The battlefield was covered in bodies: dead, dying, and suffering. From his vantage point on the top of the hill, Christopher, holding his wounded arm, scanned the corpses for any sign of David.
There was none.
His eyes clouded over as he realized that their General Davidius had not made it. How could it be that way? David made it through everything, didn't he?
A trembling hand jerked him backwards. Christopher spun around, eyes widening when he saw David, bruised and battered.
"It can't be," he whispered as David cracked a half smile. Christopher pulled him into a hug, grinning.