The moon shines through the night, the sound of waves as they crash against the shore could be heard. The blowing of the winds as the warm air spread could be felt. But even with the warmth of summer, the cold is already slithering in as the changing of the seasons draws in.
A sigh escaped between the once tightly closed lips.
Purple eyes are wide open while staring straight at the wooden ceiling.
As the mind kept running, once again thinking over and over.
These questions are just as bad as the hydra's heads, cut one, and more will grow back in its stead.
"Ah! Hmmph!" A meek voice called his attention, followed by the sound of struggling.
"Quickly!" A man person spoke sternly.
Then he heard the sound of marching, and he meant like a group of armored men marching. The sound of heavy metal subtly chinked as the knights marched on.
Unable to control himself, Darius stood up and took a peek from the open window.
