Regret courses through her veins, looking upon the ruined before her. Blood soaked the earth, drenching the course grass maroon. Bodies littered the once toiled field, their blind gaze starring to the bleak heavens. Mutlely she lowers her blood stained ax to the died mud with a wet thud. A thundering boom shook the earth, shattering the sky with angry flashes of light. Pain rippled through blood, went unheeded. Mournful pools of gold swept to the survivors. Very few stood, some on their knees. Red died their forms a muted brown, watering streaming down them, leaving behind crimson paths. With a soundless sigh blood dripped into stinging eyes. With a sick dizzy dealing she stumbled forward, only to fall to her knees. Cries rented the thick air prompting her to look up. Red hair in lifeless green eyes stared back. Keeping back she scrambled to her feet to continue her journey, war ax clasped in clamy hands. Finally she made it to the survivors in a pained haze. Hands reached out, pulling and grasping, causing her to stumble once more. Coming to a stop she looked to each survivor. Matching pain and grief echoed back. Slowly they based each other, slowly building the courage needed to let go. Soon the pain will fade with times passage. But for right now they will grieve for what was lost, and what could've been. They may have won the war, but they lost far to much to the senseless slaughter.
