"War...a monster capable of destroying any nation , making people live in pure confussion and hate"

The words of Galard's father resonated inside his head as he stood among corpses and wounded soldiers, both allies and enemies.
He reacted when an ally soldiers bumped into him from behind, he quickly shethed his sword and started to look for survivors.

"Everyone! We must hurry up! bring more water and bandages!"

He shouted as he helped and wounded ally to sit in the blood stained grass, took some bandages from his backpack and wraped them around the wounded arm of the soldiers.

The battle seemed to have ended in a withdraw from both sides and Galard had been sent in a small unit of 500 soldiers to assitst the wounded.

"We..did it...They could not cross... King's Bridge..."

The soldier said with the srenght he had left

"You did a good job, now rest.."

Galard said while helping him drink some wine