I remember it. I remember the day it all started and ended. All because of this young girl. She was no older than I was. The day was bright, sunny and warm. I was running in the meadow. The yellow grass so high it hit me on the knees. My mother and father was watching, how much I enjoyed the freedom. The short time of freedom I had. Before I met hell. She was standing in front of me. Her eyes green, soft and big. Just like the nature that I love. She was staring at me softly, friendly. I had never seen her before. She was not from my village. I would have known. I lost both of my parents that day, but for others, they lost their king and queen. Only because of that girl, that was our diversion. Now, years later. She is coming back and ready for war.