CHAPTER TWENTY

The sun was slowly sinking beyond the horizon, leaving an orange-red light in its trail. A lone man was driving his wagon along a dirt road, vegetables trembling with the wagon's motion. The wind blew across the dark yet lit horizon; swaying wild but tamed, and the man's dark hair danced across his forehead, playing with the wind.

The road he was on led to the main town, so he had no choice but to brave the elements to sell his goods. As he walked past a lone log cabin by the dirt road, a pebble suddenly flew out from nowhere and hit his cheek, hard.

"Ow!" He yelped, raising a hand to touch the injured cheek. He pulled back the reins and the horses neighed to a stop; themselves not wanting to move one more hoof.

“Hello!” the vegetable seller yelled, glancing around. He couldn't see anything for miles around, except for the silent log cabin.

"Whoever you are, it isn't funny!" He called out to no one in particular. His voice echoed around the trees, sending eerie chills down his spine.