[ EU ] Write an ending to the ending of your favorite movie ?

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 A soft breeze passed over his face, rustling the wheat in the field that surrounded him where he lay. He could feel the warmth of the sun caressing his cheeks. He dug his hands into the rich dark soil that cooled his back, refreshing to the touch. A smile crept across his face; he knew this place. It was the place where he had toiled for many hours to provide for his family and the people around him. It was the one place in the wide world that called his name and held his heart. It was home. 
 
 A tear slowly rolled down his cheek. It had been a long journey of heartache and turmoil. After joining the legion he had quickly risen to the top of the ranks as he proved time and again his natural ability to lead and improvise on the battlefield, conquering his foes and establishing order and peace wherever he went. It was all for the glory of his emperor; for the glory of Rome. This simple farmer had changed the face of the world. 
 
 But it was n't all stories of glamour. He had created an enemy in the emperor Commodus. Ultimately, it had been the cause of his death. That did n't matter to him in the end. He was finally free. 
 
 He sat up and opened his eyes. The rolling fields were covered in wheat, almost ripe for harvest. He stood and began walking toward the road, nervous for what he might find. He reached his hand out and felt the wheat travel between his fingers. He stepped out onto the tree lined road and began walking home. 
 
 Marcus Decimus Meridius had n't seen his family in a long time. He had faithfully kept count of the days, never letting the soldier become anything more than a service to his country. It was finally time to hold them again. 
 
 Rounding a bend in the road, he spotted his family standing at the house as if expecting his arrival. He could see his wife bend and whisper something to their son before the child broke from her embrace and raced towards him. Marcus felt a surge of adrenaline at the site of this, excited to see that his son had been eagerly awaiting his return. 
 
 Marcus knelt as the boy lept into his arms and pulled him close to his chest, embracing him tightly. He never wanted to let him go. His wife arrived shortly afterwards, kneeling down, and Marcus folded her into his embrace. His wife grabbed his face, laughing as she wiped away his tears and kissing him for the first time in years. 
 
 `` Welcome home, general.''
