snow drifted through the air, elijah’s warm breath clouding as it left his lips. it was midnight. the length of the light couldn’t be determined, so he was prepared to fight for as long as he was needed. it’d already been going on for a few hours. a loose piece of his hair fell into his face, brushing his cheek.

elijah snapped the reins, his ink-black horse taking off down the hill. he tried not to think about how the aftermath would be- all the soldiers dead, all the soldiers wounded.

it was loud. war cries and pained shrieks filled the air, generals shouting to each other and soldiers calling for backup. it hurt his head, but he needed to keep his ears open. elijah‘s gray eyes scanned the field, slightly narrowed to keep out snow and ash. it would be a long day.