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They whisper in my ear

They say bring that man close

Bring that man near

Rend his flesh from its home

Eat his skin

Eat his bones

The flesh horrors are coming

The draw bile to my heart

They have broken my hateful dam

They tell me do it now do it now

Kill that man

Kill that man

Kill that man

Kill that man

Kyr knelt in a field of the dead.

The movement of the battle had left where he knelt dead and cold. The only sound heard was the wailing cries of the not quite dead. He didn’t feel much, he knew that blood slowly dripped from a small cut in his side, he knew that bruises covered most of his back and side, he knew that he should be dead, but he did not feel it.

Standing up took him more effort than it should have. He looked around at the ground beside him and immediately looked back to the sky. The ground was covered in bodies. The few spots of ground he could see past the bodies were covered in pools of dark blood. The sky however, was beautiful. Grey clouds closed towards the horizon, the sun peaking out over the distant hills, sending its yellow rays streaking across the grey landscape.

Kyr had always loved how dynamic the clouds could be. Ever since he was a child he loved looking up and seeing the great contrasts of the heavens. Great sweeping paths of pearl white underlaid by deep grays and the blue sky behind. He would spend hours looking to the sky, it was so much more peaceful and grandiose than the ground. The ground held sadness and confusion. The ground held the tears and the chains of people. The ground held blood.

He still held his spear and shield, though he wasn’t sure why. He should be dead, like the poor souls he walked amongst. But that was not what fate had in store for him today. He held his head up, not from pride or bravery, but because looking down meant seeing the death and carnage around him. Finally he looked at the land around him, he was in a shallow divot, a piece of sunken land about a hundred feet wide. Standing near the bottom he could not see out of it. To his left the divot gradually slunk down with the rest of the terrain, he could see the sunset that way. To what must have been the east the divot rose quickly to match flush with the rest of the terrain. Past that the land began to climb steeper into great peaks covered in dramatic cliffs and snow.

Kyr’s shield wall had met with the enemy at the top of this divot. The two forces clashing before Kyr’s side, who held the higher ground, pushed the enemy to the bottom. He remembered the pained screams of soldiers as they fell by the droves. He remembered the sound of steel meeting flesh, what cruel invention it was, steel, people did just fine with iron. Kyr’s force had then climbed up the slope body by body until they crested the other side. Near there Kyr had fallen, his body had slid to the bottom, trampled underfoot by the soldiers he fought with. He did not remember anything else.

Kyr began to hear screams and the clashing of steel in the distance. He realized that fighting had not begun anew, but that it had not stopped, he had only heard the loudest cries of the damned until this moment. He marched to the top of the divot that had claimed so many lives and saw the back of his army in front of him. As he looked upon the further carnage wrought forth after the divot he began to smell again. The smell of fresh blood and dead flesh filled his nostrils.

Someone: what?