The sun slowly began to hide behind the mountains as the bloody fight that started this morning finally ended as none of the two armies won while many of each army laid dead on the field. They were only a small part of the army but there was enough of them to make the wheat that once grew there flattened into the ground, most of it any way. Bodies laid everywhere in pools of blood that seem to connect to each other as the one who survived limped away, retreating from the battle no one won.
Sitting on a old wooden fence that at one point separated fields from each other David sat, his left hand on the fence to keep him balance while the other brought the small bottle of wine to his lips to drink. He had been there the hole day but yet not one person seem to mind the fact that he was the only one not fighting anyone as they all slaughtered each other like dogs fighting over food. He did not move from where he sat and he did not help those who begged him from the distance before having here heads cut off or bleeding to death.
