Never to fade away, it's time to fight!

Kyra stood stunned. Her heart pounded, though she did not move. She could not think to move. Her brain was an empty hole of painfull memories. She saw the men slightly, though she looked beyond them to the shadows of tents that danced about the fire light in the warriors camp. The memory of rejection came back all too clear. Kyra pushed at the memory with such a force, trying desperately to hide it away as she had the last year. Her mind recoiled and she shot back into reality. She had one scream, one scream, that was all. Kyra tried to bring saliva to her mouth but her throat was much too dry. On the ground the bucket moaned as the wind rushed through it's hollow center, rolling it in a circle. As Kyra stood there staring at the men she knew she couldn't give up on life. She couldn't just simply die and fade away. With horror, Kyra realized that was what she had been doing this past year. She had been making herself fade away, to become nothing. Kyra had accepted the destiny chosen for her instead of fighting it, and now she stood defensless before two highly trained killers.
It didn't matter what illusions she tried to create for herself, that's what they were. Killers. She could feel her hands clenching into fists at her side. Kyra could see her brothers face, lit up with joy as his father carried him about triumphantly, her father. She had wanted that! It should have been her, she should have been the warrior. Kyra should have been the one standing here, trained and ready to fight these two men. Instead she was defensless and no one would miss her once she was gone. The figures stopped suddenly, hesitant now.
"Are you sure she's the one." One of them whispered and she saw that he was panting. They were afraid of her! The realization struck her. But why? Why could two killers possibly be afraid of one small girl?
"Have you heard what she can do?" The other one responded, his voice shaking a bit.
"I know." The one closest to Kyra replied grimly. Then they both continued forward, slowly and cautiously. Now more hesitant than ever, as if they were reminded of some deadly weapon this defensless girl had hidden up her sleeve. A peircing cry shook through the still night air as Kyra screamed, her last breath into this world.