It had been ten long years since the fateful day that her mother had been killed, and she had spent every moment of that time training and preparing for this moment.

Her father, Jack, stood across from her, his sword in hand and a look of sadness in his eyes.

"Daddy?" the young woman said, her voice filled with fear. "What happened to Mommy?"

Jack's eyes filled with tears as he looked up at his daughter dreadful of this question. "She fought bravely, my child," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "But in the end, she was no match for me. I am sorry, my love."

She still couldn't believe that her mother was gone, that the person who had always been there for her and loved her unconditionally was no longer alive. She vowed to avenge her mother's death, to make sure that the person responsible paid for what they had done. She clenched her mother's sword.

"You will pay for what you have done, Father," she said, her voice filled with anger and hatred. "I will finally avenge my mother's death, and I will make sure that you never harm anyone again."

Jack's eyes widened in shock as he saw the determination in his daughter's eyes. And so, with a heavy heart, he lifted his sword and prepared to do battle. The sun was setting on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the battlefield as the two warriors prepared to fight to the death.

The air was soon filled with the sound of clashing steel, the ringing of their swords as they fought with all their might.

The young woman was a skilled warrior, her movements fluid and graceful as she danced around the battlefield. She struck with precise jabs, her sword flashing through the air as she parried and countered her father's blows. She was a blur of motion, her body moving with a deadly grace as she fought to avenge her mother's death.

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Her father, Jack, was no novice either. He was a formidable opponent, his strikes precise and deadly as he fought to protect his child. He parried and countered the young woman's blows with ease, his sword ringing out as he tried to break through her defenses.

As they fought, the two warriors spoke to each other, their words laced with both love and anger.

"Why did you do this, Father?" the young woman shouted, her sword flashing through the air. "Why did you kill Mommy?"

"I had no choice," Jack replied, his voice laced with sorrow. "We were forced to fight, you know this. The ruler of this land demanded it, or you would have suffered the same fate."

"But you could have run away together, started a new life somewhere far from here," the young woman said, her voice filled with frustration. "Why did you choose this?"

Jack stands there silent. She also knew that he had made a terrible mistake and with that she was more determined to make him pay for it.

With a fierce determination burning in her heart, the young woman redoubled her attack, her sword flashing through the air as she struck with powerful blows. Jack fought back with all his might, his sword ringing out as he broke through the young woman's defenses.

He stabbed but at the last moment, Jack stopped himself.

And with a fierce determination burning in her heart, the young woman redoubled her attack, her sword flashing through the air as she struck with a powerful thrust, the young woman drove her sword through Jack's armor and into his chest.

"I'm sorry, my child," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I should have protected you and your mother, no matter the cost. I am sorry for what I have done."

The young woman looked down at her father, tears streaming down her face as she saw the regret in his eyes.

And with that, the battle was over. She had avenged her mother's death, but at what cost?

Now she stood alone.