The dark patch

The City of Changing Colors lacked most of the colors. In fact, as Hex stepped out of the branch, he faced only one color, the color of decay.

Although it was daytime and the rays of the sun fell through the leaves, it lacked the warmth and brightness Hex was used to. Somehow, the world around them seemed gray. 

"Stick close to me," Elize said, wrapping a shawl around her head to hide her face. Hex followed her example with the shawl she brought for him. Hers was grey, his black. "The city is notorious for being home to many outlaws and newcomers aren't treated well."

"Is anyone here able to threaten you?" Hex asked with a frown. If so, he would turn and leave the same way he arrived. A city where even an Enlightened Knight could fall wasn't a place he dared to stay for long. 

"No."

Luckily, she seemed confident in having no equal inside the city.