Departure
The chilly morning air burned his lungs. The sun had just risen above the nation of Elbrim, casting rays of light upon the land, illuminating the courtyard below, creating a series of brilliant colors that splashed across the sky with the kind of vibrant artistry that master painters have spent centuries trying to capture—pinks, reds and purples, all blended together in a beautiful combination of zest and vitality.
The innumerable blades of grass that made up the courtyard were slick with morning dew, producing a slippery coat that would cause serious injury to anyone who was not mindful of where they stepped.
Each blade glistened with a gentle luster in the morning sun, sparkling with a pale gleam of crystalline droplets. Many a servant had found themselves falling on their backside-or their face-from having not been cautious enough when they walked through the grass covered courtyard on their way to perform their chores.