It is raining.

Piercing screams...

The battlefield is bloody, with parts of living creatures,

No, not living...now dead.

Sole survivor, standing on a ledge,

I am standing, watching in despair,

The battle is lost, the regiment fallen...

If there are others, I do not know.

A jagged knife in my heart, more than the pains of wounds,

A heavy toll, taken by the hands of evil,

There is no coming back, I flee before the day's end,

Haunted and hunted by shadows who laugh mercilessly.

The glimmering spark of water,

Indicates a place to rest,

This place so far escaped the sword of war,

It is peaceful, almost dull...

I laugh, mainly because I cannot stop,

I do not want to think,

I don't even want to breathe,

But there is no stop of those rushing nightmares,

Horrors of death, the scarlet streams of blood,

Fires of pain, screams of shatter

Friends dead, comrades dead, captains dead,

All of them taken by death's grasp.

All hope is gone.

Not yet...

Something whispers

Find the one. Find the star.

"Find the star?"

Find the young one. Teach him. He is the Savior. But he needs you. Do not despair...

A whipping wind swirls the air.

The sky is clearing now.

And a single star is shining.

A light of hope.