The unforgiving

The frosty Northern Planes of the Grassland had grown ghost-quiet and cold,only the fierce gale and the faint sounds of breathing

could be heard,there lay a lake of the dead still as water and as cold as ice,their faces had no expressions nor pity.

The wind echoed through the ears of the living like prickly hot needles.

Norm was covered in blood,his mind was blury deep in his lost thoughts.

Arnem had noticed that something was off. Every man that had survived had changed,he was weary of what to say 

about the dead body's but he found his courage  to say ."what shall we do with the dead"

his words were discreet and  sank into Norm a feeling he had never felt before

Norm knew the what was truly right but the words were hard to say for his mind was on fire "burn them"

"even our own"Arnem was delaying the truth but families had been the victims so many had been taken.

 "yes" norm had replied with the truth but his word were crisp and melted throughthe icy air.

The day was hard won, Norm's men where  drained but had taken up camp in the old  ruins of a once great castle that had belonged to the last of the

prasinos psithyristis one of the most ancient kingdoms to be,all of them had died a millennia ago in the forging of to-days world.

No songs were sang nor no feast for what the men had witnessed , were not for the eyes of any human.

men had been awake all night to burn the body's the fire could be seen from miles away like a wildfire.

Norm had separated himself for he could not control his burning emotions he had gone to the unknown all of his thoughts were killing him his loss was to great

he never thought it would come to this his wife his children were no more only his dear son val was left injured in battle scars like daggers.Norm was 

the lord of the grass-land and he had to protect his realm but at what cost.

Deep in his memories he fell asleep tormented by the sight of reality,lost in his hopeful dream's he dreamt of his family but even there

was light to be found in internal darkness.

The first beams of the warm suns light had awoken Norm he had slept all night by the towering wouldwind trees on a bed of poppy 

shadows his eyes opened to see the sky red and orange with

a faint hint of green.His body must have taken more hits than he had realized for his body was like a sea of pain,he eventually 

stood up the air had turned cool but still cold,within seconds he walked 

to the camp his men looked hungry and cold like wolfs a few fires were up cooking a soup while others rationed out herbs and bandages to the wounded.

The wounded were one of the only parts of the ruins were cover from the numb wind but thats where Norm went his son was on the last bed being 

treated by the best herbalists and patchers he had his son face was

scared deeply his body was broken and his eyes were shut "why is he not awake" demanded Norm in a painful way which only

 few could notice "It is the best way to reduce

pain and we can work better with fixing his wounds" Garest had spoken fast that Norm could just make out what he said 

"WE MAKE FOR VERDALEUM" shouted Norm "take as long as you need but we leaving by sundown".

  

Author's Note

Still writing this chapter