belief

"Years from now, no one will remember what it was you were fightin' for, lad,"
she chided as he ducked out of the doorway. And then, when he was
buried in a hole much longer than most, she sighed for the knife wounds in his chest, and his bloodied hand. She wanted to believe that he had tried to end the conflict.
The church fell, the graves sank, and trees grew: tall trees, wide in girth and strong in limb. Yet, a storm toppled one and tangled in its roots, his medieval skeleton was raised. The archaeologists debated his demise.