Flame of Blood, Blaze My Path

Cold dew congealed on the blade, sliding down in crimson streaks.
The rust-tainted wilderness still flickered with embers of battle, flames leaping upon the ashes.
"Mydeimos, that was a godlike fight just now!"
A bare-chested warrior wiped his weapon clean, shouting in exhilaration.
"Mydei, one day, I'll be as invincible as you!"
A child gazed at him with reverence, clutching a broken sword in small hands.
"Crown Prince, our return to Castrum Kremnos is within sight."
An aged man smiled, raising his cup in a toast to him.
He nodded silently and walked to the edge of the camp.
The pain of rebirth still coursed across his skin. Tomorrow, he would lead the Kremnoan Detachment forth once again, migrating to foreign lands.
Where this wandering would end, he did not know. The only certainty was this - he would bear the duty of a king until the blood and flames consumed him.
As night deepened, he drank the bloodwine alone. A passing bard plucked at his strings, a wandering melody drifting through the air-
"Home is the land of dreams, not a place one can ever reach."