The battle had demolished the town, smoke heavly laid in the vally. It made it seem as the vally held a river of grey and black smoke. Bodies blanketed the vally floor, where there was not badies, there was blood and the rest were black patches. If one was able to examine the bodies, they would find them hacked to peaces. Some of the bodies were missing body parts, legs, arms, heads, hands, feet, fingers, toes, some bodies were cut in half. Some of the bodies had guts hanging out of them and flies started to feast. The smell of rotting flesh rot full of maggots and flies and other bugs who prey off decomposing. A war went on here or one should say a slaughter of humas went on here. Everbody was dead and had been there for awhile. All but one, that is. This one was special, there was a reason the gods chose to keep this one alive he had more to endure. Somewhere in the middle of the battle field slumped over a wagon that had been half demolished, was a man heavy beaten close to death full of weapons, filled like a pin cusion, one might say
The beatings of wings could be heard far off. The creature that was beating its wings was high up in the sky and starting to circle downwards twards the earth was a stranger to theses parts and feared for his life, for this was a dangerous place to be. His journey had been long and tiring but soon he meat his destination. The body he was searching for would be down in the valley, Its eyes burned from the smoke in the air, tearing up making things blurry.
Fifty arrows pearced the man laying on the half demolished wagon somewhere in the field. An axe was inbedded in his right thigh, sticking out as if it was on peace of wood, that was used as block for spiltting wood. In left arm a sword ran through pertruding out the other side. It had went straight through the bone. On his right hand a hunting knife the size of a bowie was sticking through his hand. A moan could be heard escaping his dried encrusted lips.
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