The sweat ran down his hard war torn face. The blood thickened, cracked and sore.
He stared at the vast plain. For miles, miles without an end, men were scattered everywhere. The silence defeaned him, the gentle rush of wind blew in his face. Oblivion, death, victory and sorrow. Where else would he find such a memory?
They stood silent behind him. He knew they were with him to whatever end. He looked up, towards the heavens. Touching his forehead, his heart, he kissed his fingers. He kneeled on the ground, listening for an answer, 'What must I do? What can any man do?'
He prayed, his undying faith in the Gods tested and ripped apart, tested again. The Gods held their peace, watching him from afar, giving him hope, but no answer.
Oh Goddess of mercy,
Hear me now
Here, at the end of my time
What grace that was given me
Let it pass over us
Empower us with your love
Give us hope
Give us peace
Give us our children
Give us strength
Do not turn away from me
God, have mercy on us
Help us......
Tears streaked down his face, dripping onto the hard dry sand. His soul tortured by weariness, by war and by evil. Where would this end? When?
She answered him, ever so beautifully, a voice that whispered sweetly with the cool breeze, a gift from nowhere...
'E aemi, ho-ar hir neh. Ai-rohai eo naha-ime, bistru ana hai. Menoleh anorai kiana, sie ahneir.'
'Be calm, be not afraid. For I am with you, beside you. Be strong my king, for me.'
For peace, for mankind, for glory, for the world.
For love.....
He turned to look at his men one last time, then ran towards the darkness..........
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