Rain fell from the sky, like tears of those that lost their loved one. War, battlefield, nightmares, all of them haunted Dylan.

Returned from the cold and blood-smelled place, Dylan was the only knight left in the army, others weren't as lucky as him. He got off the horse, his left arm was bleeding. As one of those that served in the castle, you quickly got him some bandages and medicine.

Dylan was quite when his injury was being treated, he bit his lower lip, the guilt eating him up.