"No, that's where you are dead wrong. Once you've stopped thinking of others in their shoes, that's when you truly have failed life."
He picked himself up and grabbed his side, aching in pain. His other hand clenched with blood dripping out of it.
"I used to care about other people..." The hooded man said, his sword blood red. "I stopped because I don't benefit from it. Why waste my time? You waste most of mine anyways." he said with a sigh.
" I will kill you. You will die by my hands. I swear my kingdom on it I destroy you!" And with that, the king fell to his knees.
