The Lion's Capital
The cart moved along the road. It made a lot of noise as it went. The wheels turned around slowly. The sun was. It made everything look nice. The sky was orange and red. The cart kept moving on the road. The sunset was very pretty. The cart and the road were, in the fading light of the sunset.
The iron rims hit the stone. It made a loud noise that went through the wooden frame. It was steady. It did not stop, like a heartbeat that told Leon and the others to keep going towards what was coming next. The warm light came through the spaces between the boards and it made lines of gold on Leons hands. Leon put his hands on the wood and he leaned in closer to get a better look. The sound of the iron rims, against the stone just kept going like a heartbeat that would not stop.
