The clear blue sky above and the rhythmic sound of the brook that gets water from the snow melting at the mountains far to the north surround me while I lie resting my back against the beautiful green meadow.
Stay with me! Someone whispers in the distance. Stay with me! Repeats a bit louder. Stay with me! Now a desperate cry.
Suddenly, I snap back and find myself lying on a cold hard rock. The long black shaft protruding from my shoulder sends a sharp bolt of pain through my body and brings me back to reality. I have been hit! The crude missile has mercilessly ripped through armour and flesh.
With a faint grin I say to the soldier kneeling next to me: is not my sword arm… and fade again back into the meadow. The soft breeze, the sweet smell of summer fill my head. What a beautiful land this is. A land worth dying for… but not today, not this way and not here! I force myself back into consciousness.
Again, the pain! Now I can see the crimson stains over my armour. Pull it out! I shout… I fix my eyes in the face of the young soldier and shout again…Pull it out now! Hesitating, he grabs the arrow with both hands and looks at me. Now! I say with the last of my strength.
He yanks the arrow out in one single pull sending a terrible shock of pain to my body, I let out a loud cry and suddenly… the clear blue sky and the rhythmic sound of the brook that gets water from the snow melting at the mountains…