Meeting The Villagers

“Dan! Is everything okay?!” A raspy voice sounded from behind the door. The voice which reeked of old age was full of concern, and Mane could tell that whoever it was thought highly of Dan.

“I’m fine, Old Fan,” Dan opened the wooden door to reveal three figures. Two of the visitors were young, and the last person was an old man. All of them were fair skinned, and standing next to Dan was like looking at night and day standing side by side. The old man held a wooden stick on which he entrusted to bear his weight. His back was hunched, and his head was full of gray hair. His wrinkled face looked kind, and his smile gave one a feeling of comfort. Mane’s first thought seeing the man was, “He looks so kind.”

The younger ones behind him shared a bit of resemblance with the old man. They were a young handsome boy, and a beautiful and naïve looking girl. The boy wasn’t as tall as Mane, but he wasn’t far off. He had