The grounds of the fortress were empty. Nothing stirred except for the wind blowing against the thousands of arrows that jet from the ground like deadly blades of grass coming from a crimson sea. The sounds of birds in the distance broke the silence in this empty fortress that was once chaotic with the battle cries of it's occupants.
Sanguine was the new color of the ground and walls of outside of the behemoth of a castle. The crumbling walls served as a reminder of what had just taken place.
I stepped through the now splintered remains of the castle gate and looked in awe at the mighty statue of what was the King.
"He ugly as shit", I proclaimed while urinating on the statue. "This place sucks, I'm gonna pillage a whore house or something", I thought to myself as I road off into the horizon on my valiant steed, zipping up my pants, as I forgot to earlier.