Oneiric Mirror

I am a Spartan, and I belong to the elite troops of Sparta.
We are in the middle of a fight. From the woods comes out arrows (which are sharp branches of trees) in my direction. I throw myself down on the ground and turn to where the arrows came. I run down the hill, throwing stones and sticks at the enemies.
Our battalion is elite, but we are losing because our enemies are many....
R is our commander.

Flashback:: I have a vision of a deformed hand closing.


Return to the dream::

When the hand closes, I see the R with a Spartan uniform, stabbing himself in the chest.

He committed suicide.