BleedingPandora

The moon hung lifelessly in the gloom, casting faint rays of light upon the Earth. Off in the distance, a cricket's humming pierced the silence, followed by a large group of cricket hums, joining together their own melody. Grass crushed under pressure, a harsh shushing followed. A man sighed, wipping his brow. He gripped his sword's sheath firmly to his side as he continued onward, a small group of men marching behind him. The men stared forward, their features obscured by darkness that surrounded them. One of the men stopped, holding his hand up to halt the remaining soldiers. They all stopped, curious by the leader's command. He directe