Great tears rolled down her cheeks as she clutched at the golden amulet around her neck. It was icy cold against her skin, and she knew that that could mean only one thing. The one she loved more than her own life was gone forever.
**Whoever took you from me will pay, my dearest love....** she thought, throwing back the bedclothes and making her way down the hall to a room shrouded in shadows. Whipping the black silk from the mirror, she breathed upon it and spoke in a whisper:
"Gather the others, Gwalchamai - we have to avenge Dante's murder."