User blog:Auraestus/Betrayal.

Glosur sat in his palace as fires burned around him. Guards circled him but it was no use, the stronghold was taken. The gates burst open and the armies swarmed, the guards were impaled as he himself walked in. Glosur just stared in sadness and betrayal. The person on the other end just split a wide grin. Glosur didn't even fight as a sword pierced his chest, splitting all the way through. As the light faded from his eyes he stared into the eyes of his attacker, Glorin Darloc. Slowly, the life was sucked away, and Glosur was dead.