The clouds in the light half of Venhel began to darken slowly.
Roger was having a difficult time nullifying the spinning dark sand. At some point, he stopped to gather some energy.
He neighed pacing in full worry, while the wind increased in its riot. He looked in the distance hoping that they were able to stop the darkness from penetrating the desert to the half world of light.
*
The unicorns approached the beginning of the dry desert. The grass almost faded away from the beginning of the road. The unicorns of blue, red and grey stood in a heard, looking above, watching a thick large cloud approach them.
They waited for the order in calmness, yet the cloud was fast approaching. The clouds rumbled lowly, while they all stood fearless and almost in an unconcerned manner.
Then, the sound of the huffing of a horse was heard from behind, and the clopping of its movements tailing behind.
