Missing His Family

Chapter 5:

As the sun began its descent beyond the horizon, casting a warm glow over the battlefield, Demion William stood tall, surveying the aftermath of the day's victory. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and blood, mixed with the acrid smoke of burning debris. His soldiers moved with purpose, collecting the spoils of war and preparing to head back to Anatolia, their town.

"Sir, what are your orders?" Alex, his loyal aid, approached, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"We regroup here, just in case the enemy tries anything," Demion replied, his voice firm. "Once we're sure it's safe, we head back."

Orion, Kelvin, and Zamiel joined them, each looking weary but determined. They were seasoned warriors, used to the rigors of battle, but even they felt the weight of the day's events.

"We fought well today," Kelvin remarked, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of movement.

"But the battle is far from over," Zamiel added, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "We must remain vigilant."

Demion nodded, his mind drifting to thoughts of his family. His mother, the king is father, and his siblings were all back in Anatolia, waiting for his return.

As night began to fall, the soldiers lit a campfire, the flickering flames casting long shadows across the ground. Demion sat by the fire, his aids and fellow soldiers gathered around him.

"Tell us a story, sir," Orion urged, a hopeful glint in his eye.

Demion smiled, the flickering firelight reflecting in his eyes. "Once upon a time, in a land not so different from our own..."