The pen is truly mightier than the sword.

As the lightning crashes above the battle field a similar clashing occurs below the booming chaos. Swords collide as the remaining soldiers strike down upon each other claiming the lives if their enemies and losing their own in the process. As the terror ensues both on the battle field and in the sky hundreds are killed. After what seems like hours the sides retreat for a time to recover and plan their next attack.

As the rain falls over head a young boy writes his father a letter explaining to him what has changed since he has left to fight for reasons unknown to all but the rich who started this power battle. He writes about his schooling and friends. He mentions his god who as he writes this lays beside him, feeling the sadness of the boy he has not left his side since his fathers departure. As he continues writing the focus of the letter turns to his sadness in his fathers absence. He talks about how he cries at night from the darkness his father, being so far away, can not protect him from. He tells his father of the sounds of crying he hears from his mothers bedroom and the overall look of sadness that has fallen over her face days of late. He tells him of the pain that has corrupted his family, and overturned their lives. Most importantly of all, he tells him he misses him. He tells him him this, as his tears stain the letter.

As darkness looms over a quiet battlefield, a father weeps over fallen friends and finds a letter addressed to him from his son. A face he can no longer remember. A youthful and wondrous warmth he can no longer feel. And he reads. As he reads the tears originally wept from sadness, turn into those of guilt. A man fighting for a cause not his own, is losing what truly does belong to him. He is torn between honor and love. And as he finishes the letter he feels the tears stop. He is not relieved of sadness, but rather drained of the ability to cry. His emotions have been stripped and all that remains is what once was a proud and happy man. He has lost his will to exist. As he decides to give up he drops the letter. On its reverse side he catches something scribbled in ink and looks closer. A short notation has been left for him by his son. "Dad, I love you. If you come home tomorrow, or in three years, I love you. I will never stop and I know that my love will protect you and bring you home. Don't ever forget, and come home OK." His heart is warmed, his tears return.

As a bright and inviting sun shines over a small village, a wife is shopping for that evenings dinner. Her head held low and tears help back on the verge of explosion. A son by her side feeling her sadness and sharing the emotion. The warmth of the sun hits their backs and a gentle breeze massages their faces. As they raise their heads in hopes that the beauty of the day will lift their spirits, a face appears in front of them and the tears they worked so hard to held back come crashing through. A father stands before them home before his time, where he should have been all along.