It was a dark, cold and gloomy night. Water poured over me and the blood was on my hands.
The king was dead...
After wandering several hours on woods due the shock. I ended up collapsing at middle of road.
Blood was still not washed away from my bloodied clothes. I felt horrible over the king's death.
Darkness of the hearts of men, makes us do so horrible things to others. Our personal greed lets
us to stray. No amount of gold made me happy, and I wish I could take it back. I'm a good but
greedy person, definitely not a murderer!
My self delusion has gotten better of me. Next morning I woke up in the second floor of the INN.
I turned myself in and was hanged of treason. Such was the life, the wasted life I led and died
This post has been edited by Clord: Nov 19 2012, 07:59 AM