You hear someone shouting in the distance and jolt in alarm. All around you, people are fighting, their battle cries growing louder. Your hand instinctively clenches, and you feel the heavy, straight-backed saber in your right hand. Your ragged breathing matches the pounding of your heart. Figures rush past you, and desperate shouts ring in your ears one after another: your side is losing.
You suddenly draw your saber and charge alongside the figures around you toward the mass of enemies your instincts identify as the bad guys. Your heavy body accelerates as you run. When you get close, you leap up with both hands raising your saber and bring it down with all your strength. The figure ahead slowly falls. "Roar!" A rousing cheer suddenly rises behind you. A warm current surges through your body, lifting your spirits. You raise your saber and keep hacking forward. In this moment, you are their savior...
Your blade sweeps past the neck of the last figure. You have won. Victory! The people shout and crowd around you, hailing you as a great hero. You smile. The greatest heroes are those who fight for their country and people.
Suddenly, your face feels itchy and you want to reach up and scratch it. Everything goes dark, and your eyes open. Standing by the window, you see a line of light appear on the horizon. Dawn is breaking. A cool breeze brushes gently across your face. You let out a breath, feeling lost. Gathering yourself, you get up and head outside. Your silhouette as you face life faintly overlaps with the one in your dream.
