Death for Life

He rode for a while down the path in the night until he arrived back at the scene of the battle. He tied Tailless to a tree and walked over to the man he had killed. A shovel rested on his shoulder as he kneeled down next to the body. His bottom hit the ground as a tear began running down his face. Blood was still slowly leaking from the wound on the corpse's side, its entire right half stained in red. “My name's Vale.” he spoke, his voice harsh. “I’m from a little town called Rookward from the forest.” he paused, and looked at the body. He dropped the shovel and grabbed the corpse, propping it up against the tree Gareth had been hiding behind during the battle. “My village was destroyed by the Elves. They killed my mother, and my best friend.” Tears were running down his face now. “Because of all that, I’m here now.” He stared into the man's lifeless eyes. “I was wondering, where are you from?” he asked, sniffling. (I'm by no means some professional writer. I'm just a newbie fr, and just posting my writing for fun.)