The gray skin gargantuan carried soldiers on its back to the battlefield. Its handlers drove it through parched deserts. With sun-scorched sands that burned to the touch, and across mountain ranges where flesh gnawing winds howl and the mounting snow pulls at your feet like quicksand. The lumbering animal bore not only the heavy armor of the soldiers but the lives of his brothers that perished in this mad march towards death.
He watched the soldiers descend on an elephant that had fallen and dismember it with their swords so they could devour its flesh and leave a mountainous carcass for the flies to feast on.
Its black marble eyes were heavy with sorrow and gleamed with the fresh tears that came whenever he remembers the hollowed eyes now just two dark chasms carved out just above a flaccid motionless trunk.
When they reached the battlefield, the weary soldiers whipped themselves into a frenzy. Both sides banged their shields while they exchanged threats and insults.
The beast of…