Silas was patrolling alone, dead leaves crunching under his feet as the autumn air swirled through his hair. The outskirts of the kingdom appeared calm, per usual. But, he heard the small rustling from a bush, the dead leaves blowing the cover of the unknown individual. With Silas’ sharp instincts, he knew it was no animal. With furrowed brows and the slight clanking from his armor shifting, he spoke in a steady, loud tone.

“Cease your hiding and come out. I know you’re there.”