As the golden glow of the sun cast its weary light over the lifeless bodies of the fallen warriors, the last remnant of life on the deathly plain slowly got to his blistered feet. He limped toward his fallen comrade; his pale mask seemed to have a glow of its own. He moved his hand towards the mask, hesitated, then with a hardened resolve; he pulled the mask of the corpse of the man that had taught him to fight- to survive; the only man who showed him tenderness and love. He saw the face that he never though he would see again. He saw bloodstained and lifeless on the ground; his uncle. Filled with sorrow, he gently lifted his comrade and laid him down on a more comfortable mound of earth. He rested his fingers on his temple and hummed softly. With a burst of spectacular light, the sand around them slowly consumed the corpse leaving no sign of the lifeless body which was just a few feet under. With a shudder, he gets up with tears in his eyes, and starts limping towards the horizon. At the same time somewhere far away, a baby was born.

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