Flin was exhausted. He spend the passing few hours, or maybe they were just minutes, fighting ghouls and undead. The woman had disappeared quickly before they arrived, so maybe she had something to do with it. However, Flin stoped thinking of her when he saw his family was in danger. 
The steel shield proved to be a remarkable object. In battle with the undead, it litteraly showed him what to do, how to fight. It did so at high speed, so none of the momentum was lost in battle. 

Just a couple of the vile creatures lay dead in front of the young boy. Flin defended more than he could attack, taking blow after blow on his shield to protect his wounded father and innocent bystanders. Sometimes he managed to land a lucky hit on the attackers, but those were few. 
Now, the boy was broken and tired. He took no wounds, but fighting took all of Flin’s energy. This was his first battle and it had taken every bit of him to survive it. 

Overcome by stress and exhaustion, the child started to cry. 

His teary eyes went upward, searching for guidance once again. 

[center]Thank you great soldier spirrit, thank you for helping me. Without shield and without mind, I would not have survived or have protected dad. I am so tired, but thank you, thank you, thank you. I just wish I wasn’t so tired. I wish I was never tired ever again. [/center]

Before sinking into a deep, well deserved sleap, a single thought went through the boys head. 

[center]What would you want me to do now? [/center]