Like the rolling pages of a book, the days flowed and it was another day.
Today, the sun was not bright in the skies illuminating the world with it's radiance. Rather, the skies were gloomy with a lot of clouds, it seemed that rain would soon start drizzling, the atmosphere seemed cold and stale.
Unlike previous days, to those at the top, today was a solemn day.
>ROYAL CEMETERY<
On top one of Akela's subordinate wolves, Legolas looked up at the signpost close to the ruin of the royal palace that was destroyed by Abaddon.
Behind him, his 2 students also rode on wolves from Akela's pack.
They stopped at the entrance to the cemetery then they came down from the wolves and went through the rest journey on foot.
As they walked through the large cemetery, the skies released its downpour.
Thud!
Legolas could hear it as his boots hit the wet ground with a sticky texture to it. At this moment, like his 2 students, he was also on a black attire.
