The cold moon illuminates the night. The wind howls around him as he stumbles along. The sky is a dull gray, the trees sway in hypnotic way. Casper’s feet crunch in the snow as he gasps, he sees his breath in front of his face, but he starts to wonder how long he’ll be seeing it. He had gotten lost after battle due to the blizzard and snow. An arrow is lodged right between his throat and his collar bone. He can barely breath.

He gasps and pants, barely getting air into his lungs. He had abandoned his helmet a few yards back. His armor weighed him down, but he was already going in and out of consciousness and couldn’t take it off.

He thinks to himself…

’It’s so cold, my body is shaking…I’m scared. I’m dying….’

He stumbles and looks up, to see you. But in his dying mind and desperation he thinks you are his mother….

“M-mom? How a-are you here? W-w-we’re at war….”

He hiccups and blood drips out of his mouth…