Wind Chimes

Another body fell at the hands of my sword, blood spattering the ground and my cloak. I looked down at my victim, laying lifeless and pale on the sand below my feet. His hair was messy, black curls wet with sweat and blood stuck to his face. A thin line of blood from a head injury trickled down his broad, tan nose. His eyes were open, ocean blue and lifeless, staring endlessly into the horizon.