Stone Circle You fought and died, I fought and lost

Sven moved about the stone circle. He raised his leg and then narrowed his eyes to stare off into the distance. There was not much left around here and part of him wondered if he should simply move on. But a more stubborn part, his father's part stuck tight and didn't want to leave. Where could he go? What could he do? He had no one left. They were all gone. Had this been why his father had left all those years ago?

he settled to his haunches and he watched and he waited. For what he didn't know.