"I tried." - (I)

He was starting to hate the rain. It always seems to make the pain worse. Now as he sat on the muddy ground with death all around him, the warrior figured that it would make it seem better. No such luck. The cold droplets hit his skin like a thousand arrows, puncturing more than just the small veil of warmth around him. The constant rain penetrated his soul and his thoughts, entering his mind and willing to stay there. But he would have none of it. Friends and comrades had died this night, and he merely ran. This was not how it was supposed to end.

"Master Ieh'son?" Came a small, timid voice. It was another servant that had escaped before him. Ieh'son stood slowly as the rain began to soak his clothes as well. He looked down at his hands where he had tried to stop the bleeding of another soldier; they were covered in red and black. Blood and dirt. He had heard a legend before that said that was truly what all beings were composed of. He was starting to believe it.

"I tried." Ieh'son whispered slowly to his hand. The servant inched closer to him, a mixture of fear and wonder in his eyes.

"They said we should push forward soon," the servant boy said cautiously, not knowing what this one was capable of. From what he heard, it was not much. He was surprised when the warrior quickly turned to face him. The young servant could have sworn that he saw Ieh'son entire eyes flash blue for a brief moment. Looking disturbed and angry, he opened his mouth to yell loudly. Instead, the one with blue hair mouthed something without words, and his complexion softened.

"Sehi-Sarah." He said, motioning to the east, "we must follow this route if we are to hope to make it to the city in a few days time." Over the hill he moved then, his speed belying his previous despair. The servant raised his hand and looked back. Waving it frantically, the small band of refugees picked up their belongings and followed the mysterious young blue haired warrior.