It was usually cold and the crescent moon shone half brightly in the sky that was without stars, it seemed lifeless.
The whole world seemed lifeless from this point.
The cave they all gathered had fire torches hung at its side but not bright enough for their faces to be seen.
The cave was hollow but it led to a visible cliff, and then mumbling and silent whispers came afterward.
The meeting was held every fortnight since their hungry obsession to overthrow Ronan became something mutable to a few.
As they patiently waited a cold breeze passed them within seconds,
A kind of breeze that sent shivers down their spine and the kind that made your gut feel danger and darkness.
They all turned their heads towards the other side of the hill where they stood and towards the cliff that led to
