The orders came to proceed. The vast legion of men, beginning their march towards an unknown number of barbarians. The shrieking screams, and taunts echoing over what was to be these colliding forces battle field. The sound of war, booming through out the landscape that was beautifully decorated. Like something out of a painting, with tall golden grass and violet flowers that danced in the summer breeze. The sun hot, upon skin as it slowly descends into darkness leaving in its wake a sunset to be remembered, lighting the sky with magnificent reds, and violets. Closer to the better-lit sky it would fade to pink, before giving way to the darkening blue.
The beauty that lay before these many would soon be filled with the dead and dying. Leaving behind bloodied men, with eyes going hazy as they stared up into the darkening abyss as stars began to sparkle. For many, this would be the end of