The forest was both peaceful and chaotic. Only the sounds of the footsteps could be heard through the narrow path built by travellers crossing the forest. But if someone paid close attention to the surroundings, they can hear the rich, flute-like voice of the Nightingale coming from far away, they can hear the sound of water flowing, indicating that a source of water is nearby.
The grass was moist with dew, Julius could feel the wet grass brushing through his ankles. His amber eyes darting through the surroundings, he removed a strand of blond hair blocking his vision and adjusted his black cardigan. His black cargo pants perfectly matched his light complexion.
" Ah, the night feels never-ending. It will be morning before I reach the city. Only if I could find a place to rest for a while.... wait a minute, what is that???"
His eyes fell on something which was glinting through the moonlight coming through the forest cover. Two, to be exact. And it was approaching him slowly.
" Ah, just when I thought I would get rest. No rest for the wicked, I guess..."
Even though it appeared as if he was sad, his eyes spoke something different, glinting with passion through the moonlight as he took out the double-edged sword from its scabbard while facing the grey wolf which had revealed itself.