Alos...

The sound echoes in my empty skull. For si am a reanimated skeleton. Just a pile of bones given free movement in exchange of my service.

Alos...

The sound again bounces in the bone walls of my head. Something calls me. Or is it someone else...

Alos...

The sound is strong... But so is the clanging of my rusted blade against his sword. The battle dance between two fighters.

Alos...

I am disarmed, both my arm and weapon fall to my side. I am at his mercy... And I await for the cold to receive me again...

Alos...

What does that name means? How do I know something means something... I am just a skeleton, right?

Alos... Please, come back... Rejoin us...

And something rushes forward. A light... Am I conscious? Am I returned?

And who is the boy that so desperately calls my name?