Wounded but confused I woke up, not minding the pain on my arm I sat up. I saw a deep cut down my arm. I saw a sword blade. There was a reflection of myself until I threw the sword away. I was in a plain, which had broken swords and battle armor. I vaguely remembered a fight, a terrible one. Then -before I could think anymore- a battle-axe was over my head. The skeleton league was here. Before I could run, I was stunned, immobalized as I was frozen in fear. It was over, the battle. To be continued.