One of my co-workers took pictures of his land and i saw them and was like "oooooo!!! Scenery!!!!" So he gave me permission to use a few and royally mess them up

So this is my first attempt at fooling with actual photos, and just to let you know...the original picture only had two colors in it... tan and blue (sky) and a few less trees.

I actually had fun with this...and it was a nice break from working on the site, though, the picture would have made a bigger impact had it been summer and there were leaves on all those trees but for now...pretend there are

Oh and as for the title... Ive decided to do any story-related art with titles like these...so they are easy to find. and lets you know there are good story tidily bits in the description FWEE!

And now I introduce to you... these two lovely characters... for the first person who knows who both of these characters are ^^ (not like its hhhaaarrrddd)
and is that a dagger he is holding?!
This scene is from the very first chapter of Exodus:

As she looked up towards the sky, the swirls of reds and oranges, purples and blues that danced around the burning red sun as it slowly appeared in the horizon. Its glowing white spots showed its slow turns, which seemed to accent her presence and the beauty of the planet itself. Zanali was surrounded by the myths and legends that seemed to dictate what would happen if things were different, while also connecting the many people who dwelled there.
All except her.
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He watched her. His deep brown eyes stared into her innocent soul. His hands clenched and his face grew in anger. He had spent months watching her; coming to her only in her dreams. There was no other way… lest he do what was supposed to be done. He was a man of many agendas, most of which were not his own, but he played a significant role in each. Yet, looking at his life through her, he found himself questioning what he had been accustomed to all this time. It was these questions, and other factors that stood in his way each and every time he came to do his job. With each attempt he found that ultimately, all he could do…was sit…and watch from the shadows. The same shadows that swirled inside of him; that he hid within. She had become his only freedom.