With the dawn, breaking over the hillsides of the field, came the first stirrings of the stench of metal and the sounds of war’s past day. Cyrus woke up to see Agnes marching towards the battlefield like a woman possessed a frown etched on her face.

"Agnes, wait!" Cyrus called out to her again, but she acted as if she didn’t hear him. She acted like a woman with mission and she had a look of wrath in here eyes that could strike an frost on his spine.

“You won’t get away with this ...