"You are all as dumb as a flock of geese!" - Luna's impatient and irritated voice cut through the icy northern. Despite the distance, it reached Henry and Luke's ears as they stepped through the gates as they made their way towards the small wooden hut near the city walls, their breath hung visibly in the cold.
They followed the voice, coming to a halt as the all-too-familiar sight of destruction appeared before them. The ground was riddled with craters of all shapes and sizes, some shallow, others jagged and gaping as though hundreds of meteors had pummeled the earth. Thin wisps of smoke rose from a few of the larger craters, the heat lingering long enough to melt the snow around them, leaving the earth dark and scorched. This messy constellation of craters surrounding the wooden hut was the only area untouched by the white blanket of the North.
"She is going to turn my capital into a crater one of these days..." Henry muttered, rubbing his temples in frustration.
