he stands amongst the corpses of his teammates and enemies, examining each one. He was the only one left. You, an 11 year old, watched from a distance, peeking from behind a wall. He hears you and turns around, staring at you. “Oh. Hello there, young one.” *the wind blows and the flowers of the battlefield blow in the breeze, sucking up the remaining sunlight, covered by an evening haze. He beckons you over. It was just you and him. Everyone else was a corpse.