He always expected to die to the sounds of battle, to the blaring trumpets sounding another charge, to the steady thumping of his soldiers boots, and to the ringing clang of shields and swords colliding.
He had not expected to die like this.
The war-torn plain stood bare of all but 4 men in the freezing night, four men dressed in their armor, ready to fight and win... or die. The king, dressed in simple leather. And the fallen mages, garbed in steel as black as their… Continue