The battle was over.
Night fell, drawing concealing darkness across blood-soaked earth, hiding the faces of the fallen --
The victors?
That didn't matter.
Not to the lost.
Not to the lost, and not to the stranger pacing slowly across the battle-field.
A hooded mantle hid their face; long sleeves hid the hands that raised a lantern-staff.
And, like lightning-bugs, the souls of the lost followed the lantern's pale light ...