Skye
Knighton
"A Higher Plan in Mind"
The
acrid smoke of burning bodies drifted across the field. The once lush grass had
been stomped into bloody mud. The faraway rumble of machinery was the only
reminder of the brutal soldiers that had fought here. Nearby, bodies were lying
in piles, awaiting a burial sanctified by the Emperor. The soft sound of
digging could barely be perceived in the distance.
Robert Williams, the former preacher of Ursa squad, worked slowly, bringing up deep spadefuls of earth. He was an ancient man, his tattered robes fraying and yellowing. While he worked, he slowly mumbled hymns of praise to the Emperor, asking Him for guidance. He was digging graves for each of his squadmates. At the thought of them, Robert gripped his rosarius close to his chest, and remembered his life with a sigh.
