The nightmare

"Run my son! Run!!!"

Looking up Don notices a plane dropping a bomb from its cargo.

"Keep running!! We must reach the bomb shelter my son!!!"

BOOOOOOM!!!!!!

Don wakes up from his bed with cold sweat and tears on his face.

"What the hell was that?"

He notices that his bed was wet, full of sweat. Then a splitting headache comes to his head making him yell for help.

*SYSTEM ACTIVATION*

"What's the matter Don?"

Sam comes rushing into Don's room sword in hand ready to fight off any intruder. He notices Don covering his head with his arms in a fetal position.

"Are you okay?"

The headache goes away and Don starts recovering from what had just happened.

"Yes sir. I think I'm fine now."

"Ok I'll go fetch you some water. Just rest easy. I'll be back."

From the pain and fatigue that Ron felt coursing through his body. He begins to fall asleep.

Waking up the next morning, he notices Rit sitting on a chair facing his bed with Sam standing beside his bed.

"Care to tell us what the ruckus was last night?"

"Yes sir. I had a nightmare. Afterwards I woke up with my memories streaming back to me along with a splitting headache."

"Is that so? What do you remember?"

"I remember that my name is Don Davis. And my father. There were bombs in the sky and one of them exploded right on top of us."

"Bombs? What are bombs?"

"Bombs are things used in a war to kill groups of people just like catapults but from the sky."

"Do you remember anything else?"

Don pauses and thinks for a moment.

"I don't think so sir. That's about all I remember. I should be dead along with my father and yet here I am quite alive."

*DING* *DING* *DING*

"Enemy attack!"

Sounds of horse hooves travels across the land streaking across the countryside. Men and women were butchered and enslaved all around the city. Acts of great atrocities occurred that night. Among the captured were Rit, Sam, and Don as they were first to be captured in the outskirts of the city. They fought brave and hard but were quickly surrounded and knocked unconscious before being presented to the leader of the soldiers that attacked.