The King is in the middle of the Battle Field on his huge Horse, with Swords in both his hands swinging all over, killing every body in front of him and moving towards victory.
The aura around him is such that no one dares to face him....His eyes has blood in them....and his hands have power of Thousand People together.
Suddenly he stops in the middle of the Battle Field to take a look back at his soldiers, to his surprise his army had long back left him in the middle and was no where to be seen. It was then he realised being all alone amongst the enemy but still they were not able to fight him out.
He being alone that time, confused him of what the victory was.....who was he fighting for.....what was he fighting for ? In his coonfused state he looked up and to surprise him was A sword on his neck.
He Lost his Army, he lost His Focus....................He Lost Himself.
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