Drabble – Enemy – 300 Words
The proud people of the western lake had fought bravely, but Alexander's forces had overwhelmed them, and they had been defeated. Now, in the quiet and calm moments after the last of the fighting, the reality of the destruction and death crept across the fields.
Alexander walked silently among his Generals. Some had received minor injuries, but for the most part, his army had faired well. The enemy had not been so lucky, however, with many deaths and even fewer escaping serious injuries. The ground around him was littered with young and old alike from the village. It seemed that everyone had participated in some way or another in defending their lands.
Alexander spotted Hephaestion in the distance, sitting beneath a tree. As he got closer he saw the gentle swaying of Hephaestion's body as he cradled someone in his arms. He stopped short, inhaling audibly when he saw what Hephaestion held so tenderly.
A child no older than ten was staring sightlessly at the blue skies above, the sounds of childish laughter forever stilled between those blue lips, dreams yet unfulfilled.
Alexander squatted beside Hephaestion and gently touched the side of his head.
For the rest of his life, Alexander would never forget the pain and grief on that beautiful face as he lifted the chin of his dearest comrade. Tears streamed down Hephaestion's cheeks, leaving streaks through the dirt and grime on his face.
"When does the gain outweigh all of the senselessness, Alexander?"
But Alexander could think of no words that would take away the pain. Perhaps there was no answer. So he did the only thing he could do: he sat down behind Hephaestion and wrapped his arms around him. Together they held the littlest of soldiers, their enemy, and added his tears to the silence.