But he retorted and said, “Hold your horses!”
This someone was my long time friend Azrael, as he slowly approached on horse back. He then hopped off the black stallion, and stood waiting for a response just outside the door.
The man in white responded, “Gravin is the god of the grave. Once dead, no one can overcome his power.” He then snarled, “This man was heard preaching of a resurrection! This opposes Gravin and he shall be put to death.” Azrael, my trusted friend, seemed to be listening to someone else as this priest in white spoke.
Azrael then spoke, “Give them your life.” So there I stood as my trusted friend told me to lay down my life. I tossed my sword to the ground and with a wicked grin the guardsmen approached me. I then heard a voice, “Do not fear, for Azrael shall tell you to rise and their god shall fall.” Immediately a steel blade pierced me, and I crumbled to the floor. Blood dripped from his blade and in the blades reflection I saw Azrael enter. I then blacked out.