Iron In The Mud

The battlefield was quiet as the sky slowly turned gray. Of course, this was not the main reason it was quiet. It was because there was no war.

Most of the dross had been taken off the battlefield, weapons had been recovered, and corpses had been moved. All that remained were the deep furrows in the ground, the pieces of clothes and the shattered weapons.

There was also the barrier of earth, half crumbled, that Ren avoided looking at. That was where they'd protected their father. Where Darius had died.

He swallowed, looking up. The clouds continued to gather, wind brushed against the edges of the world, and the scent of rain hung in the air. 

Ren, who was standing at the edge of the field, sniffed, and looked down at the metal coin in his hand.

"You sure this'll work?" Thorn asked beside him, crouched low and pushing another coin into the ground, burying it with the earth.