The once dust laden waste land was today drenched in the crimson colour of blood. Bodies lay scattered in various stages of abuse. Armours lay scattered, clothes torn, weapons which had once been a measure of pride in the hands of so-called soldiers and warriors lay on the floor in a useless heap.
Death was but a peaceful master, embracing all the cacophony within its fold, leaving behind blissful silence. A blissful, all-encompassing, hollow silence. She wondered if this was the end or just the beginning of unrest.
Clad in armour of interwoven rings of iron which shone in the rays of the setting sun, she paced the battleground, a sliver of worry clouding her mud baked face. They had won this battle, hands down, but the commander of the enemy force had escaped. And her Commander had followed him, leaving her behind to do the clean up.
With a sigh, Pallavi turned and faced Upamanyu, her deputy and man Friday, who stood a few feet apart, waiting for her to acknowledge him.
"Arrange for cleanup." She ordered with a straight face, keeping all her worries at bay.
Upamanyu nodded in response and sketched a short bow, made to depart.
"Also, arrange the survivors in a different area. And make preparations to visit the vanquished Kingdom." She added.
"Kratu has already departed for the vanquished kingdom with his troop. The survivors of the war are being gathered in the west tent under junior commander Lakulesh. Vaidyaraj Ananta and his team are providing medical assistance to the injured." Upamanyu waited for his Senapati to acknowledge the updates.
Pallavi nodded and waved him away. Now that the major tasks had been delegated, she could worry about her commander.
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