As Emberle's vision blurred, she felt her mind become lighter. Her arms and legs became numb, and she could soon no longer feel them. It was as if they had been detached from her being.
She could hear the indistinct muffled voices of the women circling around her. She was frozen in place, unable to move a muscle. Their mocking was hard to hear but their commands she heard perfectly.
"Let us see just how much you can resist. Pick up a sword!" one ordered, harshly, and Emberle did just that. The command echoed and twisted her mind as though it were the voice of God.
She could not stop herself, like she was no longer in control of her body. She obediently bent down and picked up one of the rusted swords from the dead soldiers in the field.
"*Place it to your neck*" another commanding voice came from her right side. They were so close that Emberle could feel their breath on her neck.