~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Setting~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sun rose over the horizon, blanketing the sky in bright rays of pink, soon-to-be blue. To the west, clouds were rolling in, most likely to take over the sky later that day. An eery silence rested over Twilight; rather unusual.
By the walls surrounding the castles, the Draconics scouted animalistic. They hungered for anything, whether trespasser or unauthorised leave. A few took to the sky, hanging low over the ground, while most paced on the ground on the search for prey.
Inside the walls of Twilight, light crept through windows and cracks. The silver and red bannisters hanging on the inner walls blew gently in the breeze. Dust blew up softly, catching on to the spider webs in the cracks of the bricks. Here and there, a mouse skitted, searching for food. Twilight was old, and had its fair share of history, in these millennia-old walls.
In the courtyard in the center of the building, stood a tall statue of a woman, although who she was was unknown, as the statue may have well been as old as Twilight itself. By this statue, sat a large red dragon, wings curled tightly, sitting properly like a dog.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Miles~~~~~~Tags: Courtyard~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Miles curled his neck back and stared up at the sky. He did not like morning much: That's when humans were first getting up and were usually pretty whiny. He snorted.
The small red dragon stood up and stretched his wings out, one at a time. His golden eyes glistened as he watched the castle light up around him. As if on a summons, a jet black shape burst into the sky. Miles knew that this was The Recruiter, a creature almost as old as he was. A brother to him? No, Miles' understanding of the beast was more limited than he would admit. He assumed his ancient companion was off on a hunt for more children to bring to Twilight.
