Rage overcomes you and only one thing lies in your path. Dethroning this tyrant villain. You charge the guards nearest the night, with speed you cut down one, two before they can even react, and you engage the other in a clash of steel. He swings once, twice and you notice an error, his feet are wobbly, and you easily step round him and push him to the floor.

The guards are coming closer but the King lays vulnerable. You rush towards him and he cowers in terror in his unworthy throne. He is wearing golden jewellery, his face is struck with fear as your silver sword swings down on him. In one swoop you dethrone him, ending his life. His blood trickles down the steps and towards the noble lords. Before you can turn around a sharp pain erupts from your leg, you fall down.

The fall seems to last a century, as you fall towards the ground, you seem to get lighter. Darkness fills your vision, overtaking the red hues of the blood you just spilt. Now, it is your blood that is spilt, and your life that is spent.

The End.