They sat atop the hill, close, but not quite touching. His voice rang out loud and clear, like a lightning strike on a clear day. "Grian, everywhere the light touches, is ours." Grian glanced out over the piles of badly lit up sand sitting before them, before turning his attention back to the person beside him. "Scar, that honestly doesn't mean much, there are LOTS of dark patches..." ----------- Hi, yea, this originally just started as a desert duo oneshot, now it's morphed into... this.