This is not the story of how they killed me.
It's the story of how three men, with all the hubris of being men, got me alone one night and regretted it.
Too few like them ever get to feel regret.
Few of their targets are like me. Few are spirits of freedom and vengeance in a human shape.
Few have the power to destroy a man with their shriek.
And yet, they were not entirely incorrect.
Alone, on land, in the dark, I am nearly as vulnerable as any human woman. I am as capable of fear and of fumbling. Knowledge of my power didn't mean I was unafraid.