Anguish of Betrayal
There is no justice in this world he thought, as he walked through the halls of the ancient palace. No justice for the weak, no hope for the strong. This had once been a place of great beauty and peace, a beacon of strength and honor for all who had once passed through its gilded gates. It was like him, in a way, a symbol of strength and hope reduced to nothing more than a broken soldier fighting a desperate war. Now it was just another burning ruin. Oh how the mighty have fallen he thought, as he smiled in a moment of cold, bitter humor.
He could hear them outside the walls, the army that he had brought here with him. Once all loyal soldiers of this ruined place, all turned traitor at his call, ready to fight to the last for their general. He had led them through the gates of their own home, and commanded them to raise it to the ground. The city around them burned, the last of its army had been crushed. Only one thing left for them to do. Despite his