Anvar stopped before the north side and dismounted. His eyes filled with tears as he turned and observed the landscape. The trees at the back of the field had finally come into view. After turning entirely around, Anvar fell to one knee and hung his head in prayer.
Linvin and the twins were dumbfounded. They took to the ground and joined their uncle. At last they could read the inscription.
You stand upon a field of mutual defeat.
In the last great battle for this land, the armies
Of the Mandrean Empire and the Kingdom of Sartan
Spent nearly every soul in their command in a single day.
The ruin of that day is buried in the soil beneath your feet.
Respect the fallen and plant no seed in this land,
For it is stained for all time by the blood of those who would claim
Lordship over its fields.
Only the dead may dwell in this place. Those who disturb them
Shall share in their fate.
May all men remember that the living may control the lands for a time,
But the dead forever hold the soil.
In a world of greed, brave men paid for this soil with their lives.
Leave them to their prize…in peace.