The Silent Look

In the distance, the mountains of Sidera began to loom upon the horizon, slowly encroaching like dark and ominous shadows across a vast landscape.

From this angle, the sky appeared almost as though it was reaching down from the clouds to claim the world below.

The clouds were tinged an orange and purple color, like bruises on a wounded body, from the oncoming sunset.

...She'd never considered such a color combination to be like bruises before.

But.

For some reason it came to mind. And in Sidera...

It felt right.

A country of war.

A nation assailed by an unknown beast.

A land that would be ruled by a mad king.

As the carriage rumbled along and she leaned against the side of the carriage with Darry in her lap, she let her eyes slide closed.

The carriage would stop soon enough.