Standing atop his horse, Alpheo watched the tide of men move across the plains , eight thousand and five hundred soldiers.This was the most he had ever seen, except for Gratios' army.
Of course, that was yet; one day he would lead an army bigger than that. But for now, that hill he would trudge on looked like a mountain.
From where he stood, it looked like the earth itself was stirring, flashes of steel, banners rippling, the rhythmic clatter of armor and tools merging into a steady, purposeful hum.
He had seen armies before, countless times as he would do in the future, but never would he feel this....feeling ever again.
The first, after all was the most memorable.
