The first rays of sunlight woke Chamma up. While getting up, he heard a horn resound and soon after, a sound of galloping horses. He went to his window and saw white knights pouring along the streets in the direction of the royal city's main door.
At the knight's hand was fluttering the King's banner. The final fight's hour had at last come. Chamma went to the door with the rest of the population to cheer these valiant warriors who were scarifying their life for their King. The final attack would be given and Chamma knew that victory was close. The ancient prophecies were being at last fulfilled.
No pity would be given to the King's enemies. Most will die during the fight and the captives will be thrown in the flames, because that is the sentence for traitors.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
