The field was littered with the dead, the only thing that pierced the erie silence was the faint creak of wheels frantically spinning upon their axels. Smoke rose from the village, the fires that burned deep into the night had now given out before dawns light. The sun had just started to rise over the eastern hills, shining down upon the fieds and forests.
Urses woke slowly, his chest heavy and tight as he tried to breath. He growled as he pushed the body off of him, kicking the east-mans corpse from his other leg. Scoffing as he looked down to check his wounds, finding only gore covering most of his body, though little of it was his. A few chucks from his side and shoulders, a grazing from an arrow that barely missed his thigh giving a slight burn with each step.
The north-man stopped in his tracks as he looked across the battlefield that had been filled only with the dead, realizing he was the only one standing. Swearing heavily under his breath as he turned around quickly, looking over the bodies for one inparticular. Pushing bodies over as he began his frantic search, screaming out into the field. "Modir! Modir, can you hear me?!" He continued to shout as he searched the field, stopping as he saw a shield under a couple of bodies.
He shoved and pulled, desperately trying to pry the bodies off from the one whom laid below them. His eyes began to well as he pulled the last one from the man, sinking to his knees as he realized whom it was. Druhd, had found his wife among the fray and embraced her in an attempt to save her from the arrows of the chariots, though the blade that had pierced them, took both their lives, but stayed their love. He pulled them both from the mound that lay around them, laying them in a patch of grass carefully as he continued his search.
His heart skipped a beat as he looked down, barely making out the green and grey shield under debris from a chariot. He puled the pieces back, shoving them to the side as he looked to the woman that lay on the ground.
Urses slowly picked her up as tears rolled down his face, his sobs echoing across the fields of the dead. He carefully pulled the helmet off her head, wiping the dirt and blood from her face. The north-man held her body close to his, shouting and sobbing into the empty fields. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, picking her up in his arms as he began to make his way to the grassy hills that had been untouched by the fight.
The sun was rising high into the sky as Urses knelt beside the two graves, tears still dropping to the fresh dirt that covered their bodies. Rising up and placing the shield of the bear between the two grave, whispering to them before looking to the sky. The north-man paused for a moment as the gentle breeze flowed over the hillside before turning and beginning his new journey.
