It was a strange looking, blurred scene. The view was recognizable enough for her to understand what was happening, but too disconnected and out of place to feel real. The people she could see did not have faces, they moved around less than they should and seemed to ignore one another.

  There were many of then, a few thousand soldiers and a few hundred carriages gathered in a green field, but from her vision most of it looked brown. There was an even greater number of people around then, from different ages and occupations, saying farewell to their families and friends, wishing then good luck and praying for protection and success to every god they could think off.

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  Between all of then, a man mounted on a horse standed off from the rest, he was the only one going up the hill instead of down. He rode his horse in a calm and harmless rhytm, making his way to a small group guarded by dozens of soldiers.

  She started walking forward, then started to run, no one stopped the girl as the man got off his horse without hurry, embracing her in his gentle arms.

  His body did not felt warm, his armor did not possess the complex sensation it should when pressed against her skin, there was something missing, like everything in this incomplete vision.

  Then, it was interrupted by a sudden light.

  『。。?。。』