Aralim's legs were already tired, even though they had only been walking for the past hour. He took heavy breaths while watching the bone wings on the backs of his two companions, his only friends, Naomi and Sorath.
They were twins, a bit older than Aralim himself. However, from the outside, one would guess the age difference was much wider. Naomi was a head taller than Aralim, while Sorath towered over them both.
For this reason, Sorath walked at the front. When on missions, always the tallest carried the lantern on their heads. This way, the light illuminated a much larger area... well, calling it light wasn't exactly correct...
The Realm Aralim and her friends lived inside was consumed by light. Other than inside buildings, only brightness existed. The lantern didn't bring light to a dark world, but shadows to a world of only bright radiance.
