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.
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