Running away in fear (2)

If someone were to be watching from the distance, they would see the silhouette of a lonely palace. Majestic and beautiful, if you ignored the fact that it was on the back of a grotesque behemoth. It was picturesque, and the mist that hung upon it with the slowly descending sun, only added to its charm. One might even find it romantic and such words like 'pure' or 'memorable' might come to mind. At least that was how Aleks saw it. Coming from a modern like world, these were adjectives that one from his world might use to describe the scene. 

It was truly magnificent and perhaps something that might only be present within the fantasy styled world he found himself in. His gaze, which gleamed with the light of experience and time worn, peered from behind the eyes of a beautiful young girl. Well, one seeing her in her blood stained armor might not think of her in such a way, but to Aleks she was young and pure. Completely untouched by the world's depravity.