She stumbled onto the battle field, and looked around. She tripped on swords, shields, and arrows on every step she took. Tears welled up, and they streamed down her cheeks, looking from face to bloody face. There were thousands of them. She didn't quite know how to find the one she was looking for. 'Damn you Nexus, you left me,' she said grudgingly. 'This wouldn't be so hard if you'd stayed behind with me.' Her self-pity welled over the edge, and a fresh wave of tears gushed down.
When she'd had enough of inspecting one hard-to-recognize soldier, she'd step on to the next. She must have gone through about fifty before she thought she spotted a familiar feather in a very familiar helmet. She rushed toward it, and ripped the helmet off. "Daddy?" The question came out a choke, and when she finally took the helmet off the captain's lifeless face, she fell on his chest, and sobbed there. Her jeans and tank top were bloody, and she'd let her long hair hang over her face to hide it. This was it now. Since her father wouldn't return home, who was to help her mother? Who was going to take up his mantle in the house hold? Who would be there to comfort her when she stubbed at toe, or cut herself on a knife cooking dinner?
Anger. She blamed Nexus, because he went into the war, for unknown reasons. He wouldn't tell her that he had to fight his brother, that countless lives would be lost if he didn't. He just told her one day that he would return, but it wouldn't be for a long time. And since then, she'd put up with school bullies, and her mother's coldness alone, ever since. This was almost 2 years ago now. How long would he take?