The boy sat there, in the middle of the field, a field that echoed exactly what had taken place. Six hundred souls, mercilessly slaughtered by an army made for taking the lives of the innocent. The battlefield was desolate, with only the sounds of distant drums rhythmically tapping to fill the empty air. In that field sat a boy atop a small ledge overlooking the field. The boy’s golden brown skin sparkled underneath the sun. He sat there clapping and giggling at the sight of vultures circling above the bodies. His eyes drooped, as the boy looked around surrounded by piles of flesh, blood and bone. Weapons covered in blood reflecting the sunlight, creating beautiful colors like a kaleidoscope. The boy was simply there, amidst the gore and violence, his unformulated thoughts not even beginning to process what had just happened around him. The only fragment of his home, a glowing green amulet cracked like the world around him, hung heavily from his fragile neck. The boy looked up, blinded by the sun, rays illuminated him against the colors of red and tan. He giggled once more before the birds swooped in.