LOOMING WAR

[Music Recommendation: The Wolf and The Moon ~ BrunuhVille]

The darkness of the early hours was slowly yielding to the pale light of dawn, but the heavy rain from the night before had left its mark on the Kingdom. The streets were empty, save for one lone figure trudging through the muddy ground, his shoes leaving behind a trail of soggy footprints. The air was biting cold, and the rain-soaked clothes clung to his body, making him shiver.

In order to avoid the drizzling rain, the figure ran to a small stall, the dim lantern casting a warm glow on the wet pavement. Taking out a cigarette, he lit it with a flick of his lighter and drew in a deep breath, letting the warmth spread through his chilled bones. The smoke curled up, carrying with it the sweet scent of tobacco.

"Malcolm?"

The figure turned. "Master Louis?" He pushed back his hood to clearly see the man's face.