Disclaimer: I don't own house of flying daggers. Someone else does.

AN: I haven't seen this movie in a while so please overlook any mistakes.

Mei looks at the dagger in her hand. She has a vague sense of alarm at the hole in her chest, but it doesn't seem to matter. The dagger seems to be something of a symbol of her life and the House of Flying Daggers. With these weapons she has killed many people. Far to many people. She doesn't regret joining the cause, but she does regret not meeting the man she loves earlier.

And then the dagger. The dagger that she can throw with such deadly precision. She doesn't need to see where she's throwing it, her skills make sight unnecessary. Her martial arts training has served her well in the rebellion and she's glad to have made a difference, even if it's only a small one. The dagger has become her tool of choice. It's a way to strike back at the emperor. And in the end, it is better to die trying to make a better world, than spend your life letting evil come out on top.

The world around her turns white and she finds herself standing at a doorway. She can hear the voice of her mother, calling her in. And then she opens the door and steps though, to join the afterlife.