As the last embers from the final battle died out, the winds were colder, yet they brought comfort and peace. The people, unaware of what happened at the Black Castle, lived their daily lives like nothing happened.
People lived like nothing happened, but it wasn't like that for the one who fought. They were tired, body almost in the brink of collapsing, and all they could do is wait for the time that they could recover.
Midnight was sitting under a tree as he watched over Melissa who was sleeping on the ground. A pile of leaves were made to be her bed while a large leaf from a tall tree was her makeshift blanket.
He stared at the woman, impressed by how much she and Elliot looked alike. "Wow. Carbon copy. Complete duplicate."
