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He smiled ruefully as he lay on the battlefield. His blood seeped through his uniform, soaking the dirt underneath him. He was all alone, all his army long gone, all dead.
A lone bird fluttered next to him, and hopped closer. He reached out for it, but it became startled and flew away, never to be seen again. He tilted his haead and smiled. His eyes fluttered closed for the last time, and he was able to see the sun rise shortly after, or the bird return.
He grew up alone, and he died alone.