Dreams......

They came in hordes...crashing against the blocked,likes waves of the ocean. Thick and black. Screams....another one falls. There are not many of us left but here we stand, here we will die. For what life will it be to live in forever fear. It far better to die here, on this field, with them, who have become my family.

Some one calls. I prepare for battle. This is my last stand, to die with heros and like one. I wait and then they come, I brace my self....my palms are sweaty. My grip on the hilt is so hard that my knuckles hurt. Here they come.... I swing my sword . I donot know what I am hitting ....Something enters my chest....Blood.....Warm,Sweet....There is something in my mouth........Nothing matters. I am tired...I want to sleep......there is blue ocean over me......Darkness ...near...eye. Cann...not ....brea...th....ti...re...d............