Vainglorious

Glorious, he thought, as he sat valorising with rousing vigour the raising of the enemy's shields. The grins of his men and the chants of "saviour" was the salving he needed for the wounds he got in the hard fought battle.

As the violins and violas sounded out, the rovings of the enemy's land began. But it was all vain.

As they made their way through the gap where the imposing golden gates once stood and entered into the courtyard within the castle, they were met with silence and no visible sign of life.

They searched around the courtyard before making their way up the winding stairs to the turrets and around the battlements. So busy they were that they didn't see the stirring of life in lagoons outside the castle. They didn't see the rousing of their enemies, as the ravens soaring overhead sounded their doom. They were surrounded.

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Author's Notes: This is my third entry into Heather Hubler's excellent Unscramble Challenge thingo. More details about that below. 150 words microfiction and used 15 words from Vainglorious.

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