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The sky resembled soot, darkening the already sad day. It loomed heavily on the blood lake which was forming, gathering on the once bustling battlefield. What was once full of life now held nothing but death. Corpses floated in crimson water which was once a part of them, rushing through their veins and beating heart, aiding in giving the life.
Ravens flew overhead and rats raced through the meadow, scurrying along only stopping to nibble on cold flesh when their beating hearts desired. They where the only things which proved that life truly still existed beyond the line of trees which enclosed the gruesome scene. This place once gave hope, and a sense of freedom to those who never truly had it, it was once beautiful and bustling with life.
Everything was no longer what it once was, all the flowers lay withered, crushed beneath the stomping feet of the living fighters from hours before, the animals fled out of fear of joining what was sure to be the men's fate. Only the trees remained whole and those would certainly soon join in this massacre of life, for the liquid honey shall soon seep through the soil, drowning the roots of these ancient trees. The overwhelming scent of flowers and crushed leaves had been quieted by the howls of pain, a man's final sound before going into an eternal slumber, and then suffocated by the choking smell of metal.
The rain started not long after, the heavens grieving such a scene. It washed away the blood and dispersed the scent, as if it had never been. Predators braved out of their well hidden homes, dragging once father, friend, brother, only knowing that that night they would all feast like kings and the children would live for another night, for they would not have to go hungry.
Everything was forgotten, the only proof of the battle was what they had all been fighting for. Rain droplets fell off its shiny surface, making it shimmer in a lone ray of moonlight which had succeeded in fighting its way through the dense cloud above.
It was larger then any mere stone, yet hardly as big as a mighty bolder. Its surface was smother and if not softer then the finest silk. Even after many generations, generations of being touched, probed, poked and invaded, it remained as if it had just been through its very first hour and hit by its very first twinkling of light.
Only those who truly appreciated the simplest of things in life would stop and admire it, instead of walking right past, even though it truly held a more important centre then any diamond, which gave riches, any intimate relationship, which gave sexual pleasure to ones physical self. It held something no man could buy, even with all the riches which the world had to offer, and no pleasure of the body could achieve, but that which may be rewarded to those who are truly special, just as love is only given to those who are worthy.
The water drops helped cleanse the stone of hope, that which could bring freedom, helping to show its pearly white crust which had been desired by many but never given, it waited for the innocent child, that of old soul, the light of the moon which broke through the darkness. She who was always willing to learn more.
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