General Sanjo had rushed to where the defenses were being pressed most by the enemy and there he had died, as a warrior should in the heat of battle, with his sword running with the blood of his enemies upon it.
I wish I could say I was glad to see the first rays of the morning sun after the bitterly contested night I had survived through, but I found it hard to because of the ugly sight that it revealed. Easily within bow length a mass formation of at least one hundred thousand men stood apart from the rest of the army as they silently and patiently awaited their orders.
Two columns of cavalry flanked their position, but we were in no danger from them as they would be unable to charge up and over our wood spiked dirt work defenses. They were just for show to let us know how hopeless our situation was as if the greater mass of the un-deployed army still beyond wasn't sufficient to accomplish that. What I saw by the early dawn's light reminded me of something that had occurred during the night.
At some point during the night I had dozed off between skirmishes and I'd had a fitful dream or perhaps possibly a vision of the future, I wasn't sure. I had dreamed that there was a field of dead and dying warriors, who had fallen in a great battle before the walls of a city. I was one of the fallen warriors. In the distance a storm was brewing its black swirling winds fast approaching towards the battle scarred, but yet un-shattered walls of the city. I lay on the plain before the city and glancing up I saw the storm approaching, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. I looked back at the wall and I saw but a single man standing there, but what a man! There was no other man like Him.
He was my master for whom I lay proudly dying for. I leaned up on one elbow before my end came to me, determined to gain the attention of my master one last time. I raised my blood stained sword in a final salute towards the silent figure standing on the wall behind me, hoping soon to experience His eternal peace even as those before me had. A sword came out of His mouth, which blinded me because of the cast off light from the power of the Word of God that issued forth.
I felt His power flow into me causing me to stand, as I could not otherwise and face what I alone could not defeat. All those around me likewise rose to stand both dead and alive as His power was greater than the death of the storm that raced toward us. United in faith, we stood against the evil of our time, even as we were built up from within, by He who is timeless.