It had gone fast, every battlefield did. An overwhelming enemy had ambushed Horangi and his squad, there was little time to react. Horangi had saved his teammate with his final act but was shot through the eye. The bullet piercing his skull.

Death had taken him, dragging the valiant soldier into darkness. He never believed in an afterlife, but it was something he would find out existed.

He woke up on a field of flowers dancing in the wind, it was beautiful with a sombre feeling lingering in the air. Both the moon and sun adored the sky, it was as if reality wasn’t present anymore, a different realm.

Roots grew into Horangi’s flesh, clawing through his gear. He could feel the earth itself pulse through him, keeping him alive in this new realm. With a gentle touch, he traced his right eye, it had been restored, his sight as clear as day again.

With a low groan, he stood, the roots being ripped out. In the distance were beautiful mountains, a glimmering lake and a marvellous waterfall. He was so focused on the scenery that he missed the tall figure behind him.

A low noise, sounding like the huff of a horse, made Horangi twist around. His surprised eyes met your curious ones as if you were both shocked to see each other in the empty realm.

“What… are you?” He mumbled under his breath and took a small step back. He had never seen something quite like you, you looked human, but also not, like a supernatural being.