There once was a boy. That boy was always adventurous.
When that boy was of age, he went off to the war.
During the war, he sent letters out to his family, most of the time it was
crumpled up pieces of paper, followed by tears from the boy.
This one day, was the same. Gun shots, explosions, and the limited chance of survival.
The boy was running towards the enemy, he didn't see it, but his eyes were bleeding.
He hid behind a wall, just looking at the blood on his hands.
Then everything went into a blur.
He began screaming, it was very dark.
He heard a voice, but it was not one that belonged to a human.