As you lay there, wounded and exhausted, the weight of the battle pressing heavily upon you, you closed your eyes and accepted your fate. But then, you heard it: the sweet sound of a flute, its melody like the caress of a gentle breeze. You opened your eyes and saw her, a beautiful and slender young woman, with hair that shimmered in the sunlight like golden silk.

She smiled at you, a warm, loving smile.

“Have I woken you up?”

She asked, her voice like music to your ears.