Crimson Skies

The sky was painted crimson as the sun set behind the mountains. It was a beautiful sight, but it also meant danger was approaching. The Crimson Skies were a notorious gang of bandits who roamed the countryside, terrorizing anyone who crossed their path.

As the sun disappeared below the horizon, a group of travelers huddled together in fear. They had heard the stories of the Crimson Skies and knew they were in grave danger. Suddenly, they heard the sound of hooves approaching. The travelers held their breath as a group of riders appeared on the horizon.

The leader of the group was a tall, imposing figure with a scar across his cheek. He wore a long coat and a hat pulled low over his eyes. The travelers knew immediately that he was the infamous Crimson, leader of the Crimson Skies.

Crimson dismounted his horse and approached the group. His eyes scanned them, sizing them up. "What brings you out here?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.

One of the travelers stepped forward, trembling. "We're just passing through," he said. "We mean no harm."

Crimson laughed. "Everyone means harm," he said. "But I'll let you go this time. Consider it a warning. The Crimson Skies are not to be trifled with."

With that, he mounted his horse and rode off into the crimson sky. The travelers breathed a sigh of relief, but they knew they had narrowly escaped death. They continued on their journey, but they couldn't shake the feeling that the Crimson Skies were always watching, waiting for their next victim.