It was only by chance that he saw her.
Amidst corpses of men, orcs and horses. Broken swords and shattered shields. And blood. So much blood.
He spotted golden hair and recognized a brother. He saw a beardless chin and found his sister.
A wail of grief rent the air. It was only when his throat went raw that he realized it was his own.
He has no memory of the moment when he collapsed, drawing her into his arms, clutching that which was most dearest to him.
He sobbed despair into her hair. There was no hope.
Only death.