Bearclaw Alternate Ending

The tent was faint, the light inside was growing dim. The flap outside flung about quickly. The high winds began to pierce all skin except of that of the tent. The man stayed a few steps away from the tent. It stood in front of him, with its one eye staring back. The knight knew not of what he did. He just stood there wondering how he got there. His gloves hidden under his cloak of fur. His hair being cut by the wind.
“Who goes there” asks a knight from a few feet away.
“No one” says Bearclaw.
Bearclaw realized that his uncle was inside the tent. His headache splitting once again, he had no control of the divine’s presence. He let what will happen to him, he only acted upon what he was given. The emotions that coursed through his veins pumped adrenaline in his mind. He realized what
“Yes and I tell these man it’s ours,” says Bearclaw.
“The gold not glimmering as before no, but red as crimson showing how you direct your life,” says the old man.
Bearclaw holds his ground in front of the tent, hold sword to the throat of the old man.
“Do you dare defy me old man, you are a fool to stand in the way of a weapon as deadly as this!”
The old man lifted his eyes, they reflect green and gold from the lit tent.
“These men can chose their King now, but the question is do they want a tyrant or a sworn son of King Severus?”
The old man turns behind him to the growing crowd.
“Is that not your fellow brother in their gents, is that not your metal, your blood?”
Bearclaw goes inside the tent, he knocks over the lit candles. Men follow him, trailing him quick. The tent goes up in flames and the old man watches the whole scene. The knights come back out before the collapse. The knights walk up to the old man.
“He is no more” says the captain.
“No,” says the old man, “He sees red”
The golden green eyes stare at the tent burning for all the men of the camp to see. The bodies burned inside the tent, the gold still