And then there was silence. After the hum and the roar. Once the cataclysm had its final rumbles. It was quiet again. The invasion was over. Retreat was completed. Leonor was the last on the field. She was the last woman standing, surrounded only by fog that covered her ankles. She didn’t know if her blood pressure was playing tricks on her perception. Was the fog real? Had that actually happened? Maybe she wasn’t even there anymore… wherever there was. How had she reached the field in the first place? She had gun powder on her hands and her arms were fatigued. She could hear her heart beating faster and faster. She was disoriented, that is all she knew, when she realized blood was running down her head and neck. Awareness took so much energy out of her, that she passed out, then and there. In the quiet forest, now she was covered by the dense fo ...