Kaltain
Leiya
He quietly waited until I was done with my food before expecting a response from me. I sat down for another few seconds in silence, preparing my mind to embark on the horrific journey that I solely wished it could forget.
“My father and his men had just returned from the battlefield,”
I began, looking out into the woods outside my window.
“They barely won the battle, with almost half of their men killed or wounded.”
I began to vividly remember it like it was just the day before. My own father was wounded and the most tired I had ever seen him. That night, one part of the kingdom was celebrating their victory while the other part mourned the loss of their fathers, husbands, sons and brothers. My father was not happy at all. He believed an army is only truly victorious
