The sun hung low on the horizon as the day drew to a close. It clung to the horizon line, it light slowly dwindling with each passing moment.
The majority of Rune's first day had been spent getting to know his comrades and following Helga around while she showed him the ropes.
'The resistance army...'
These were his people, the Oxen who made up the bulk of the opposing forces in the Ancient War. They fought and died, leaving behind few survivors.
He sat himself down on a nearby log as some of the other men began prepping the campfire. His shirt was off, and his muscles glistening with sweat under the dim sunlight. He had finished the day off with some light training, however he would never personally describe what he had experienced as "light".
