Asera hoisted the boy over his shoulder, carrying him gently as he walked out of the forest with a battered body. His face was bleeding, cuts and tears adorned his fair skin. But he knew. His wounds were nothing compared to the boy he was holding. He dragged his feet forward and when the end came into his view, his eyes met an unbelievable white haze. Fog gobbled him whole and everything his eyes could painfully accommodate.
The Red Tail Kingdom has always been a legend of mystery, encompassing more befuddling stories that nursed confusion and questions. And in that moment, it was easy to know why. It was a kingdom of white, nothing but an enlightening sight that easily makes people feel especially light. But then, it's the purity in their earth that disowns their true nature at birth.
