A wounded man dropped his sword, reaching over to the body of his friend who has died during the fight between the two neighbouring villages.
Over the hundreds that died in the battle field, he is only hoping to make it out alive. With a broken arrow in the shoulder and deep cuts over his torso, he headed towards his house only to see a young boy who has been killed. He was one of his friend.
Buried in the sheets that he was carrying was a little thing desperately trying to make its way out. Curious, the man unfolded the sheets and revealed a puppy who didn’t even bark. It’s mouth was moving and tail was curled – the creature was shivering. It tried to bark but nothing came out.
– “Lucky you. He died protecting a mute dog.”
The puppy licked the wounds of his master’s corpse.
– “Stop. He won’t wake up.”
The man got up and stepped away but the puppy bit his pants, trying to pull him back.
– “I told you, he is not waking up.”
He pulled his leg strongly forward and let out a sigh. Even though his wounds are taking a toll on his body, the puppy’s attempt to pull him back failed.
After looking all over the village that is now in fumes, he sees an army in the horizon heading north to Phlan