Lucas stood in the dimly lit and grim woodland with his companions at his side, all of them looking in the direction of the woman whose name he had just called out.
She seemed familiar to a few but only Lucas knew her due to his brief time in Galos. Juliet, the strong young woman of noble birth. Quiet, intimidating and in his eyes, beautiful.
Yet now, before his eyes, she looked vastly different than before. Her once golden like hair that cascaded beautifully down her back was scruffy and unkempt, giving her more of a wild look.
Hearing her name called, Juliet turned her head slowly, neither surprised nor excited. The two's eyes met but Juliet said nothing and just began to walk away.
