The battle was over.  

Night fell, drawing concealing darkness across blood-soaked earth, hiding the faces of the fallen --

The victors?  

That didn't matter.  

Not to the lost.

Not to the lost, and not to the stranger pacing slowly across the battle-field.  

A hooded mantle hid their face; long sleeves hid the hands that raised a lantern-staff.

And, like lightning-bugs, the souls of the lost followed the lantern's pale light ...