Blood Under the Twin Moons
The darkness stretched out and unforgiving across the eastern edge of the Moonstone Kingdom. Above, two moons hung, their alien light curving over the battlefield like the keen eyes of deities. One was pale yellow—gentle, near-sorrowful—while the other smoldered with a feeble bluish flame that colored the dark sky in icy tones. Combined, they sent long, superimposed shadows across the ground, their merged light combining sorrow with chill.
Under the watchful eyes of the heavens lay the Vellore army camp. It was a monster of steel and ego by day—flags fluttering, soldiers jeering, the ring of swords on shields ringing out in disciplined bravado. Tonight, it was just an injured corpse gasping quietly.
