23 Return to Cassian Castle

Summer had finally ended.

As the darkness began to wane and the sky lightened with the approach of dawn, a chill was felt in the air.

The leaves rustled softly underfoot. The ground beneath them was crisp and cold. The scent of autumn was in the air, the musky smell of the forest floor and the sweet aroma of decaying leaves.

The trees were adorned with red, orange, and yellow leaves, a beautiful contrast against the dark blue sky.

The sun had not yet risen, but its warm glow was starting to creep over the horizon.

In the distance, the sound of birds could be heard, chirping their morning song as they began to stir from their nests. It was a peaceful and serene morning, the calm before the hustle and bustle of the day.

The sound of horses' hooves against the damp earth echoed through the valley, and the rustling of the fallen leaves added a soft melody to the atmosphere.