You had fought for your country for eight long years. And now what? You are dying quietly in solitude among the same dead bodies on the battlefield.

Your struggle slowly subsides, there is no strength left to keep your eyes open and you give in to that blissful darkness from which you have been running for years. When your eyes open, you find yourself in a misty field. Rising to your feet, you look around and approach a small pond, looking at the surface of the water, when you hear someone's voice.

—"Your time has come, child. I am your guardian angel. Come with me, I will take you to where you are waiting."