"And then there shall be light!"

Light poured down onto the great plains, exposing vibrant hues of color. Innail could see for miles around, perched atop the hill some called Desolate Peak. Dry light brown and infertile soil covered the majority of the top. Being the only infertile land for hundreds of miles around and also the only large hill, it's name seemed quite fitting.

In the distance he could hear the thundering of thousands of hooves. An approaching army perhaps, but more likely just a roaming herd of horses. He looked over to the robed figure beside him, and whistled softly.

"Never seen anyone do that before."

Just moments before the skies had been overcast and rain seemed imminent. Apparently the sorcerer didn't have the patience for such things anymore.

The figure drawled as if he had just learned to speak the common language, "If you lived in the borderlands you would see it more often than not. Clouds cause shadows, and shadows conceal dark, dark beings."

Innail just nodded and looked ahead, far harder than needed, eyes open for threats.

"There's no need for that you know. It's not like anyone could sneak up on us while we travel these dreadfully dull lands."

Just then there was a foul screeching noise, and a winged creature wheeled overhead. It was black, with batlike wings and blood red eyes that seemed to be aglow. It screeched once more and returned back over the crest of the hill.

"Well... I was proven quite wrong, wasn't I?"

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Will continue another time. This is actually kind of interesting, I hope to write more about it. ^^