"A wall falls down in pieces. Heart-breaking shouts can be listened. Lot of them are from the men who fall down, and anothers of the men who saw their brothers of weapon die when they see their bodies flying with fragments of stone. Many of them arrive dead to the ground, many others agonize in the ground shouting names, probably of their wifes, their mothers, their daughters.
A voice gaves then hope, makes then react and get up again. The orders are attentiving to the enemies who flood the edge of the wall. They are coming from Klauss who strikes an orc with his shield making him falling down to the void. He looks straight into his eyes while it falls down. Suddenly the calmness arrives, an army of dead men appears under his feet, between these soldiers he can see himself, bleeding and looking straight towards the sky. when he stops looking to himself, stares up and sees the winged black beast that shouts deafening his ears and with its jaws appearing in front of his face".
He shouts in his bed sweating. He looks around nerviously, assimilating in what place he is and that everything was a dream. A dream based on his experiences, knowing that everything what has seen is a part of his imagination mixed with a very painful truth. When he calms down he realizes that he is grabbing his faithful sword in a reflecting act. It is always beside him when he sleeps. he gets up with the trousers that he uses to sleep with.
He walks to the door of his home. The crickets sing to the Moon whereas the wind howls striking his naked torso. After that verifying that everything is in order, he leaves his sword near the chimeney. he leaves his body falling down over the great rohirrim armchair, he leans his elbow over the arm of this one covering his face sighing. He knows that he is not going to return to sleep knowing that this dream will return since it returns every night.
