The sun that shines high above the heavens lights up the forest
The trees reach out to the sky with the peaks don't come far
Some are larger then others and some are darker or brighter then the next ones
The clouds in the distant forming a storm that could be seen for thousands of miles
Mountains decorating the horizons with their snowy peaks and clouds
Between all those trees and mountains resides a smalls but cozy cabin... Not larger then your avarage apartment
But big enough for a person to live there in isolation
A small garden to the side of it holding millions of different crops from blue tomatoes to red cucumbers
The small window on the South of the cabin is slightly open, with a white bed clearly visible from the small opening
"Grandpa! Don't go! We are gonna miss you grampa..." A small kids voice echoes thought the cabin out the window
IT doesn't sound older then 10
"Don't worry small one... I will always be with you... Even after time has consumed me" an old grumpy but sweet voice follows after with a small chuckle
As we finaly see the inside of the cabin
A small wooden box with a iron box with a door on the top and a cooking pan besides it
A gaint barrel with water is in the corner next to the box filled till half way... And a cub drifting on the surface
"B-but grampa... Then... I can't talk you anymore..." The Voice of the Kid follows once more this time more teary and saddened
"When there's a grave with my name on it... Pray there and I will always answere when you want... Since someone's grave is also someones Temple"
he chuckles once more as an arm reaches out the a small dark gray shirt with blue pants
"Believe in your beating of your heart... If it can beat... I can still exist in it"
The hand slowly falls down from the shirt hanging down from the bed
"Grampa!! Dont die grampa!! Grampa!!!" The kid voice is saddened first but an emotion of desperation follows the Voice
The cup in the barrel breaks and Everything went black
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Heavy sounds that are short and Vivid can be heard in the black void
"Where am I... Am... Am I dead?" The old voice asks himself as the answer is clearer then water
He knows he died but he is asking himself what is happening now
"Jegal! Are you there Jegal!" A sudden light covers his eyes as a name can be shouted
One men in a green outfit and some strange long iron weapon hanging on his neck is helping an wounded men
The men in the ground has a hole in his head and eyes are open staring into nothing
"JEGAL! DONT DIE ON ME... JEGAAAAAL!!!" the man with the hanging weapon shouts as he also suddenly falls to the ground with a hole in his head
"What is happening where am I?!" A young voice comes from a man in a white t-shirt a ripped black pants and some slippers
The man moves as he opens his eyes and looks at his hands "am... Am I being reborned..."
His voice in utterly shock as some men ran to the 2 dead men in green... The other man wear darker clothes more black green and helmets with red white and blue colours in the helmet
A large device passed by him by mere centimeters
The man in the t-shirt stays silent not making any sounds or moves as some of the men are looking his way but look back at the soldiers
"Deze geweren kunnen we nog gebruiken Erik... Echt... Waarom moet er oorlog in Europe zijn met Frankrijkse rijk en de verdedigingde Europeanen"
The man heared the weird language they were speaking and moved a small bit to hear it better but one of the men noticed
"Ey! You there! Who are you!" The man that shouts has blond hair not to long and a star badge on his chest
He storms to the man in the t-shirt holding that iron weapon aimed at him
"Please don't kill me... I don't know what's going on... Please" the man with the iron weapon lowered his weapon and crouches down
"A survivor!!" He shouts outloud as the other men run to his aid
They help him up and look at his clothes
"Wat is er met deze kerel gebeurd man!" A man with brown hair asks in his language but another men with dark red hair slapped him and gestures to be silent
"Wat is your name?" The man who saved him asks him
The man look at his own hands once again "my name... I- " heavy but rapid sounds can he heard across the hill
"Kut geen tijd, neem hem mee!" One of the soldiers with dark blonde hair grabbed the man and threw him over his soldier
Not the best way to that in a field but it can be done
He sees the field much better and as he looks to the horizon he sees hundred of men running to them aiming their iron weapons to the team
The team turned and started to use their iron weapon
It made a heavy sounds as a small iron Shell flung out the iron weapon and fell on the ground like a stone hitting the bell
The sound ticked around his mind
"My name... Is Quber" he whispered as the weapons sounds echoed thought the field as the man holding him fell down dead
He stood up and ran without thinking to where knows who
"Wait mister! Stay close to u-" one of the men notices him running and tried to get him back but he fell down on the ground a hole in his head
Quber jumped down a small trench and hid there as iron dots flew above him
Sounds of high pitched ticks and woofs flew above him
After some seconds it stopped
"Its safe! The French are dead" one of the men came to him as only from many now there are only 2 men over
"You know what's going on, let's take you to our camps!" The man smiles at Quber
"Call me Major Chris and this is... lieutenant Omar" Chris reaches out his hand with a warm smile
"Lets take your somewhere safe"