Kingdom of Two

Leo stood on a hill, he stared at the grassy field before him, marveling at its life. Here and there patches of flowers sprung up along side mushrooms now fading from the previous nights glory. Birds called to each other from neighboring trees, wishing good welcome and good morning. A new sun breaking through leaves and feathers to chase away the dew of the grass. In his heart, he begged their apology. For their place of life, their sacred home, would soon be consumed with the flow of dying blood.
"Is this to be our field of battle sir?" Marcus, Leo's second in command, asked. He was a no nonsense soldier, though he had been learning from Leo since he was a youth the ways of leadership, he could never grasp his teacher's philosophic ways in the same manner that he could grasp his tactics. Leo turned his gaze to him.
"It is as poor of one as any we are going to find." He said. To his credit, Marcus was beginning to take his commander's cryptic expressions in stride.
"I shall inform the captains." Marcus said, and paced off. Leo brought his gaze back to the field, the beauty of the flowers again filling his thoughts. He knelt down awkwardly, his sword made it difficult, and plucked a single blume from the ground. His eyes grew sad as he studied it.
"A White Lieana." He whispered. " Remarkable." The noise of a horn broke his musing. He lay the flower down over the spot where it had, until previously, grown. The horn reminded him in its ever faithful way that today was not a day of reminisce. Today was a day for bloodshed. He turned and walked away, following his lieutenant, back to his army. Back to his fate. There was another battle to be won.