[Sarah54321]

"I never asked for this war to happen. Who did?"

Water was everywhere, mixing with the life blood of those fallen and those still alive. Bodies laid everywhere, some breathing, some not. It didn't matter, because everyone in this hellish ground would be dead by the time the sun decided to rise up from the dark, dark clouds.

A figure sat in the midst of the bodies, cradling a specific one. Not a lover, no. This person... It was his daughter. They fought together, they promised to watch each others' back, but he failed in the last moment. He, for some reason, believed that he could protect her. Even if they were both brought to the battlefield, he believed that he could shield her from the horrible atrocities that were going on. Innocence should stay innocent. He chuckled quietly, almost in a mad manner.

It was too late, it was too late. A mantra ran through his head, and he couldn't help but begin to sob. She was only seventeen. Barely old enough to leave the tribe. It was barely enough to marry, dammit! Why... Why did this happen? They were forced to do so-Do this entire fight. It razed their homeland, what more did they have to do?

There was nothing to be done, it was all for naught. No matter what, he would die, too. His wife, dying from poison that was given to them as a 'gift', his son, running ahead and fighting for the village, his body never found. Now... His daughter, dead in his arms because of his reckless thinking.

He didn't know what made him get the energy to stand, but he did so, and began to walk away, leaving those few that were alive and battling on their own.

He needed to mourn.