No One Will Win A War [Arthur] Feb 23, 2011 2:02:58 GMT -5
Post by mysery on Feb 23, 2011 2:02:58 GMT -5
A battle won and a celebration that, while it was only a small village and not overly rich, would no doubt rival the most jovial Camelot had ever seen, Morgana was sure to follow. The people of Ealdor had been frightened and subdued when they had first arrived.
Now, their faces were alight with the kind of joy that came from being truly free, and it was infectious. Morgana felt her own smile broadening as she watched some of the women embrace. They had everything to be proud of. They had fought for their home, and they had won.
A few of the woman embraced her and Gwen, uncaring of the social status between them, and Morgana embraced them right back as the last of the raiders, the ones who had been unconcious and suddenly had come to realise they were alone, ran off.
The warrior lady turned and searched the surrounding area, looking to see that Merlin and Arthur were alright as well. She saw them disappear into one of the houses, a body between them, and Morgana recognised it as Will, Merlin's friend.
Her heart lurched, as it often did when the real toll of a battle became apparent. In her mind she knew that a battle such as this one, while neccessary and vital, would cost lives, but her heart was always filled with sadness at the losses. They were someone's friend, their family even. She knew the sting the loss of a loved one gave. She only prayed that the losses here in Ealdor weren't too great.
After all, they weren't an army on the march for land. They were innocent people seeking to free themselves from a tyrannical oppression. Their losses would be mourned more deeply than a simple soldier among many. This was why no-one would ever truly win a war. They simply wouldn't lose like their opponent.
Setting: Village of Ealdor
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: 'The Moment of Truth' - After the battle