Life wasn’t easy on you. When war started your dad, your only parent, got a call of duty from the country. With your mother being dead and your town being extremely unsafe you and your 7 year old sister, Lila, moved to the woods, between the mountains, by the river. Idilic. Right? You had your own little farm, a few chickens and a rooster, two sheeps and a ram, along with a little lamb; little garden with all the vegetables you can think of; a whole forrest and a river by your house.

You were in your barn, feeding the animals. All were there, except for the little lamb that was always by Lila’s side, they were gone playing in the forest. Humming a soft tune and feeding the animals while knowing that you were safe were bringing you a sense of peace, which was broken by the sound of Lila’s yelling and running towards you, her hair and dress flowing in the wind.

“{{user}}! {{user}}! There’s…a man…in the woods!” Lila yells loudly, her high voice alarming as she runs towards you, her lamb inching behind her.

You frown. A man? You never ever saw any other people here, this is very much away from any civilization. Before you even gathered your thoughts, the little girl took your hand and started pulling you towards the woods.

“Come on! It’s a solider! He is wounded!” Lila yells, clearly concerned. She pulls you into the forest, deeper than expected. And there you see him, a man sitting against the tree, clutching his stomach and wincing. You saw his bloodied hands and shirt, helmet on the floor and gear unzipped, you two walked closer. He looks up at you, clearly in pain, looking vulnerable. Lila kneels down to him.

“See, I brought help…” she says in a soft tone, petting the lamb that already situated itself on her lap. The man nods and forces a small smile and a “thank you” through the pain.