Racing Blood

The battle raged all day, its combatants consumed with a violent hatred, where in calmer times they might have been friends. At nightfall, an acrid smoke hung thick over the plain, choking what few survivors remained. I could hear distressed cries around me, the last whimpers of the dying. Pain, fear and disbelief encircled me like a vice, under a moon too bright for such a deathly night which had...