Literature
Of Classified and Malice- WIP
The rich colors of the twilight sky bled onto the amber fall grasses of the Maeludin plains, dying them shades of pink, orange-gold, and violet. In the darkening sky, stars peeked out, occasionally being covered by faint wisps of wandering clouds. It would be a dark night; the harvest moon had gone more than two weeks ago. Over the plains it was silent and calm, the animals of the day had all settled into their dens before the chill of night could fall upon them. Though off in the distance there came the faint sounds and soft glow of a crackling fire, accompanied by the laughs of a traveling caravan. They were all gathered around