The lone survivor of the cruel war looked out at the battle field, seeing fallen brothers and sisters in arms as well as the bodies of the enemies. They knew the war was pointless, the king cared not for the lives that was lost. The survivor had took many lives with their blade, praying for the souls to find peace as they killed. They knew there would be yet another war as there always was one. Nothing was left but bodies and destroyed land as far as one could see. They knew returning home would be impossible since there was no home left. So they did what seemed right. For 20 days and nights they dug in the cold bloodied ground and buried the bodies. Friend and foe alike, and at last they collapsed upon the ground. No one was left to dig a grave for them as they had done so.
