Battlefield
...ark, but you could see the sad forest fog rising to the horizon of the shadowing sunrise. It has been twelve sunsets since we left the fortress, twelve sleepless nights since we left our dreams in hay. Today we were to join the main forces, position ourselves on the field, and ask the gods for mercy. There was a silent cloud of desperation in the air. You could see it in our movement; it was spiritless. The messenger’s horse passed me slowing down as he approached our chief. We stopped and I turned my head northeast; there were dozens of smoke towers rising into the sky. Within an hour we rushed towards the campsite, hoping to find food and hear the news. There were temples scattered along the field, and men gathered around the fire. I dr...