He was the only one standing in the field full of yellow flowers. It was so quiet and peaceful. No sound. A total silence.
And then he heard a whistle. At first, it was very quiet. Then it increased.
He turned around. She stood behind him. She took his hand into her bony palm.
“Enjoying your deadly games?” she asked. He squeezed her bony hand and tiers run down his face. He was not afraid, he was sad. The time he wasted playing war games, the time he wasted causing pain and grief. And now, what now?
“Don’t be sad. You did what you had to do and there is no way to undo your deeds. Let’s go, it’s time.”
You could almost see the yellow flowers waving him goodbye.