The Sentinel's Sorrow

The Sentinel's Sorrow

“When my lord sent for us we knew it would be to carry some burden. Not that of the crown, but that of a leader who must ask of his men to go to their deaths. We accepted proudly and willingly to a man, requisitioning what we could with grim determination but smiling all along. It was our purpose after all.

Only we didn’t expect to live. We especially didn’t expect to live while all fell behind us. Situated as we were in the mountains, and set to strike from there, we survived because there was no fight for us. There was no last battle.

The burden we were given was of living, of lacking a focus, a leader, a need. Some of us immediately sought to return to seek vengeance in our lord’s name. But we prevailed against such ideas, for those we’re not our orders. Others sought to seek a homestead, to turn their arms to tilling the earth, to eek out a life here or elsewhere on the hinterlands. They too were convinced otherwise.

So when you come calling, telling us the fight is over. To relinquish our arms and stand ready for justice, know that we laugh at your words. For we have our orders, and we shall see them through.”

“You speak of we, but I see only one man.”

“That’s the idea.”


Today’s art is courtesy of Richard Anderson from London, the United Kingdom.

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