The scene at the Byzantine camp seemed to have calmed down-As Mongol noker's have fled--It has been confirmed that equal number of soldiers from both sides have suffered. Men lay--Many with knives still plunged to their hearts--Their eyes...Their eyes told thousand stories--They were wide open and froze as if to be searching for something.
Commander Aristos--Grunted as he got up, he slowly made his way to one of the soldiers, closing his eyes with his palm. A byzantine soldier then came behind him--Aristos gave him a quick glanced then his gaze returned to the fallen soldier--What...boy? what do you want? he asked, voice hoarse, unreadable. The soldier then bowed--Extending him a letter--Aristos paused at his face, then he took it.
He quickly began to skim through it--It was said that the news of the army being ambushed has reached the ears of emperor Agustus--He is enraged and is preparing another massive campaign. He wants his soldier--Dead or alive, home. He then asks about his son--Flaytus and awaits his return. He had also said that--The relationship between the Mongols and us will further strain and will be reduced to nothing. As the khan of Mongol seemed to want the same.
Aristos's hands clenched, he then gazed up--They will get revenge--Because they had lost too much...so much.
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Flaytus carried the body of Marcus as he then walked to their camp--Beside him walked, Leonardo, his gaze low still no sign of his father. He glanced at Flaytus--At his distraught eyes, his gaze then returned to the soil Infront of him.
Soon they reached the camp. The place was a disaster--Bodies were laying everywhere--And some, were unconscious in tents.
Aristos's gaze shifted to them--Master Flaytus? He quickly got up. He went closer to him. Are you okay? he asked, parting.
Marcus nodded then grunted as he set Marcus's body at the ground. He then glanced at Leo--Ruffling his hair. Aristos then gazed at Leo then at Marcus--His eyes questioned him. Marcus shook his head. He had seen Justinian; he was long gone.
Leo's gaze darted to the both of them--Then at the ground below, as realization sank in deep--His lips pouted--He gritted his lips, as hot tears pooled though his eyes.
Aristos patted the boy on the back--As Marcus gazed at him.
They stood there in the solitude of the sun--After the end of a nightmare.
or is it?