King Raztik sat on the top tower of his castle, watching the sun sink down into the horizon. It was growing colder now, and the leaves were beginning to turn various shades of gold and red. The setting sun caught on the large blanket of leaves over the trees of the forest and turned it to a large, fiery scene that caught Raztik’s heart in his chest.
His attention was taken away from the sunset when he felt a small, cold hand creeping along his ankle.