Warrior's Mates

"Are you ok warrior?" A strong voice asked me. Warrior? Did he call me Warrior? Was I ok? Will I ever be ok? After what happened here. My life is shattered. My soul had been ripped. My heart was split into two! No, I don't have a life now. There is no life left in me. There were lots of noise around me. Lots of cries, lots of blood, lots of debris. The man standing above me was still waiting for my reply. I was slumped on ground, covered with dirt and blood, unable to look at my savior. Wouldn't it had been better, if he had not saved me. Maybe death was easier than the life i see ahead. "There is nothing much left here, we are going to our territory. All your people are joining us. You too should come along" He said with sad tone and moved away. Ya! There was nothing left here. Should I go with them? With my people? But all 'MY' people have left me with just emptiness. What was I suppose to do, how was I suppose to live. Better go with them, then turn into rouge wandering in wilderness. I stood up with little bit strength left in me and dragged myself along with the others. "Bury them all with due respect" I heard the strong man say from far.