Weight of command (2)

There was a certain quiet that creeped in when you least expected. It brought with it a type of peace and serenity that belied a momentous moment. Of course, it was relative. For the ant walking amidst the grass and shrub, what did they care for the affairs of those who fought and bled over blades of grass? Their concern was for the food on their back and the colony. Likewise, to those who walked the earth with bodies upright and with weapons in their hands, with steel on their bodies, and with trepidation in their hearts, what thought was there for the plight of the insignificant ant?

Anathema stood atop an earthen wall which had been raised through magic while in deep contemplation. Her eyes were forlorn as she looked into the horizon. Her thoughts were muddied and unclear. There were many questions she had, but her plight was to push on no matter the cost, no matter the duty.