The field is littered with wounded fighters, destruction and weapons. Red, blue and khaki are the new colors of what was once a peaceful, rich field, which has now become the stage of a full-blown invasion.
The air which would normally be rich in sound from a nearby town and a forest full of wildlife is now deafening loud, the sound of explosions drowns any other sound in the area, there’s no coming back from this.
An army and a rebellion fight each other for supremacy, but it’s yet to be determined which side’s on the winning hand. The dead and wounded of one side lay in large groups across the field and the faces of the fighters are hopeful with eyes searching their surroundings and their muscles tense and anxious, they carry out their orders in a tough fight.
With no way of knowing they’re winning or losing the other side courageously fights their enemies with the hope of being the stronger side. Some have succumbed to fatigue and are barely able to stand, let along lift an arm to defend themselves, while others can only think of home and what they left behind.
The toll on both nature and humanity is devastating. It’ll likely take a lifetime before this field will have recovered. It’s clear lost bombs, debris and rubble have taken the place of shrubs, bushes and trees.
As the battle died down, the army gather their dead. As did the rebels. The wounded stayed in place until the medics come. Soon enough, only one remained. Forgotten. Alone. A bitter smile grew on his face.
“What a pain.” He groans. He sits up and props himself against a tree gripping his side. Dark green eyes sweep across the battlefield. All that he sees is splotches and pools of dark red blood. He runs a hand through his sandy brown hair wincing feeling a cut on his head. He pulls his hand away and look at the blood covering it. He stares at it until he heard someone walking to him. He looks up and spots a young girl. She looks only to be 7 at the very most. White, straight hair that flows down to the middle of her back. She has a heart shape face and was peering at him with golden brown eyes.
“Are you okay mister?” She asks him. Her voice like wind chimes yet so broken. He gaze into worried eyes. He wouldn’t lie to her but couldn’t find his voice so he merely shook his head. She hurries to help him up. He didn’t know where she was taking him.
They arrive at a cottage in the forest. The cottage hunkered low on the moor like a child in the elements trying to keep warm. Yet it looked alive and welcoming with a thin silver trail curling from the crooked stone chimney. The sides were the same grey slabs as the low walls in the dales and the roof was a darker slate. The small girl led the male inside.
“Stay.” She told him as she had him sit on the sectional couch. She scurries off into another room. She opens several cabinets and tugging out a first aid kit before she returns.
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