Looking onward across the plains, John remembered once in time how beautiful they once were before the battle took place. So many flowers so tall, beautiful, and everlasting; that you couldn't walk anywhere on the land without feeling the tickle of petals against your legs. Now not so much.. there were some flowers but they were avoidable, not the way John liked it.

"Should've.. spent my time here on that day. When things were troubled but everything and everyone were.. so close."

John spoke as he examined the remnants of the battle he had helped end. Feeling so grateful he had been here through it all to see the plains in their glory days, the still bound soldier fought off the visions of old times to see who was now coming up behind him. Not that he minded a little company, he could also provide as somewhat of a information guide to whoever came to see the scars of the earth.

Head slightly turning to see who was coming, John said in a calm yet somewhat loud tone. "Come to see the sacred land, huh?" He knew better than to prepare for fight that most likely didn't exist, besides that he could somehow sense pureness in most hearts, but it wasn't easy.