The D-Day.

~Pallas and Zeus~

"Whoosh!"

The gentle rhythm of the muttering branches of school of trees in the forest swept dirt with them towards the Colosseum in complement of the whipping winds on which Pallas and Zeus rode.

Thick fog of clouds was writhing in tampered pace across the lawn of darkened sky, lit by the swelling ball of moon, taking its full form as the ravenous rage of the ravens built in creepy melody, and crows sent shrills down the spines of wandering reptiles. 

A wave of thick darkness paced the lips of the forest, bordering the path which led to the Colosseum, and travelled in crazed velocity...