Sun shone crimson like a great ball of fire, when it arose above the trees of a dense forest, piercing the green leaves on their branches. Mist was lingering between their trunks, illuminated by the stray rays of sun into a shining, dim white. The drops of cool morning dew, sprinkled on the grass and dropping off the webs of spiders, appeared like thousands of glass beads.
A lone figure, laying under the branches of a great tree, appeared to be the only sign of life, except for birds, singing in the distance, buzzing bugs and flies, and the ever fresh, green forest.
Aldanith turned over, yawning, and faced the sky. He spent the whole night here, and now he could feel the drops of morning dew in his hair and on the black armour he wore. He opened his eyes, blinking into the bright sunrise. His bag was, fortunately, still nearby, along with the great loot he managed to claim three days ago. It seemed that he's alone in the forest...
He searched the pockets of his backpack, until he finally found a piece of meat and hard bread. It should do for breakfast...
He leaned against the tree behind himself, and grinned. It was a wonderful morning. He'll be soon spending that money.
