"Grain shall return to the Earth, die there, and finally decompose for the new growth of another life to begin."
- Egyptian Proverbs
"No! Admiral! Do not shoot! It is no wild horse! It is an imported horse from Egyptus for the cavalries! Do not kill it! Why would you want to kill your own weapon admiral!"
The man wept and cried kneeling in front of the horse carcass weeping and crying with tears dropping on to the soil that looks like it has condensed in to a deluge of rain droplets. The howling and screaming of the man echoed across the woods scaring away the crows and owls. The surrounding environment became completely quiet with only the cracking sound of the light torches can be heard. Even the surrounding horses lowered their head looking like they are mourning for their just deceased same breed pal.