Kit stepped forward. She stepped over the Dark King and took the sword from Avery. 

“This realm will be yours one day as you are my eldest heir.” Kit announced to the gathering of remaining warriors. “Here me on this day. I am Katie Porter eldest living descendent of the  Kings of Old. My warriors have defeated our enemy. We must strive to keep the peace in our world. Now Let’s take care of our wounded and honor our dead.” Kit spoke like a true monarch. 

The remaining warriors began tending to the wounded and gathering the dead for the burial ceremony. 

“Avery, this sword is yours and always will be. You are the leader of the ancients and heir to my throne.” Avery stood and looked up at Kit. “Here take it. It was made for you in the ancient times. You are the only one who can wield it.” Avery took the sword and sheathed in the sheath on her back. 

The Ancients arrived one by one on the battlefield, blessing the dead. The inner circle of Ancients surrounded Kit and the group. Tasha drew her sword and Shane drew her bow. 

“No, stand down. They are here to escort Aunt Kit to the fortress.” Avery put her hand up as the ancient armed themselves with fireballs and energy balls.

“Are you crazy? They’ll take you away.” Shane said. 

“No, they won’t. Shane please. Just go with them. For me.” Avery said. Shane lowered her bow and Tasha put her sword away. 

One at a time the Ancients took them to the fortress by magic leaving Avery and Dixie in the field. 

“Your bleeding!” Dixie noticed the blood dripping from Avery’s fingers. 

“It’s okay. It’s the way its supposed to be.” Avery looked at her trying not show her how scared she was. 

“I swear everything you say confuses me. Come let’s get you looked at.” Dixie said. 

“I was first onto this field and I’ll be the last off.” Avery looked around at all the warriors who wouldn’t be going home to there families. 

Dixie and Avery watched as the bodies were carried away. 

“That’s the last one. Let’s go.” Dixie said. 

“Will you do me a favor?” Avery was pale and cold. 

“Anything.” Dixie said. 

“Tell my family I’m sorry but it had to be done this way and that I love. . .” Avery fell to the ground landing in a pool of her own blood.