They had journeyed long and far. Bruised, bloodied and battered they continued their march towards an almost forgotten goal.
Now only days away none would speak of it. As if to speak of it would make it disappear.
Their leader studied his sword, sensing the tension around him he paused the march.
After looking looking each one of his band in the eyes he said “No tears for the fallen”, and turned to continue the journey. Soon he thought to himself, a place to call home.