THE NEXT CHAPTER

The ending of spring.

The beginning of summer.

"PLEASE, WE DON'T KNOW, SPARE US, WE D-DON'T KNOW."

A group of old men could be seen sitting on the dusty ground, sticking together while joining their hands up in a begging manner. Who were they pleading with? They were pleading with the group of men clothed in black surrounding them. They held swords in their hands and their faces were covered.

One of them stepped forward and kicked the old man in his face, making his head bang on the dusty ground, blood spurting out from the corner of the old man's forehead. His friends immediately grabbed onto his shoulder, pulling him back towards themselves.

"If you don't have the black stone then you must know where it is. Look, old man, if you don't want us to set your little village on fire, you better spit the truth out." The man let out, raising his leg to boot the old man again but he halted midway. A gasp left the lips of those who were sitting on the ground while the ones standing around,