He got to his feet, slowly. Partly from the pain and partly because he did not want to alert those marching feet. And now he could turn to look at them. They were some way off and could not see him. But he saw them well enough. Scavengers, come to raid the spoils of war, no doubt. They were trailing their wagons of goods, their horses behind them.
No, not horses. No, it couldn't be! Unicorns! It can't be. Unicorns don't exist in the wild any more, they have all been hunted for their fur and horns. The only unicorns alive are in capitivity, there are some in Ulius' own town at the citadel.
That was when the overcast sky cleared and the truth shook him. After his army had been scattered, wounded, killed, the battle had moved to the citadel. The citadel which must now be ravaged, ravaged by war and now ravaged by these scavengers.
His home destroyed, his people dead. He and the soldier whose name he can't remember are all that remain.
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Thanks alot :)"
Great writing. : )"