The weary soldiers marched into the night with quickly-fashioned torches to illuminate their way. The thick forest shrouded them in darkness, stealing rays of moonlight from their path. Their trip was a solemn one, fraught with fear and danger, but they trudged onward.
The victory of the previous day’s battle still fresh in their mind did little to comfort the men as they carried their leader home. He who had slain the evil wizard as darkness fell, saving his kingdom and people from slavery. Yet, he had sacrificed his own safety, and when the daylight returned, the king was dead.
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Prompt: …when the daylight returned the king was dead…: https://jfb57.wordpress.com/2015/03/23/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week172/
Diane McGyver 