He Dragged The Spear [Short Story]

His eyes were focused, absent from fear. His gaze held high with pride. Steady as he locked eyes with that which wished, to take away all.
He felt the wind pass by, giving a slight chill to the majestic sunset as the grass swayed in harmony, as if in equilibrium to the movement of the gentle wind.
The field was vast, like the sky it too was hued in different colours of the spectrum. The parts were the setting sun were at its highest, had the green of the field alight with a golden glow. While the darker parts of the sky blossomed in violets, pinks and blues. Hiding the streaks of red that splattered the grass...

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