A man in completely white cloak was holding a scroll. He was walking in the middle of nowhere. He walked steadily, towering as he walked through the nothingness. There was no vegetation in sight. No plants, no trees, no soil, no nothing. Only hard, dry land.
The man kept walking with wide stride. Where he was heading to was uncertain, but what was very sure was that he showed no sign of stopping.
He kept walking and walking. Night became day, day became night. Nothing was in sight, but he was still walking. He never stopped to rest once. He just kept walking, the scroll still in hand. What stood out was that no matter how much he walked, his cloak never became soiled by dirt. It still remained pure white.
After countless nights of walking in the empty dry land, he stopped. He stopped for the first time since his journey began. He looked around and said:
"For what purpose is this journey?"
The man had forgotten why he set out in the first place. He contemplated with a frown. He looked at his hand and saw the scroll.
"What is the purpose for this scroll?" he asked himself, staring intently at it. The man could not remember why he set out. He thought and thought and thought. Minutes became hours, hours became days and days became weeks but he didn't budge. He was just thinking, trying to make sense of it all. He eventually came to a conclusion:
"I have forgotten." the man concluded with a frown. "Oh, what should I do?" he asked still staring at the scroll.
"Well, I was probably passing here for some reason. Let me continue on this path and see what happens." he said while dropping his hand and continued on his way. He began walking again, taking steady steps along the hard solid and dry ground.
He kept on walking and walking and time flew by quickly. After many more days of walking he came to a stop. He said to himself again:
"For what purpose is this journey?"
He looked at the scroll and said to himself:
"What is the purpose for this scroll?"
He contemplated long and hard and he still couldn't remember.
"What if I open it and read it, maybe then I will find some clues." he said still staring at the scroll. He thought long and hard. Hours became days, days became weeks, weeks became months but he had not come to a conclusion.
"Maybe I shouldn't open it. If I was meant to open it I would have opened it earlier." he said to himself finally coming to a conclusion.
"Let me continue on this path and see what happens." he dropped his hand and continued walking. He walked with pace. Days became weeks, weeks became months and months became years. He stopped abruptly and said:
"Wait a minute—"
"Aunt Florisha, I need to pee."
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A view of seated children surrounding a somewhat old woman, dressed in a long embroidered tunic, came into view. It seems like she had just been interrupted by a kid in particular. The kid stood up and hopped to show how pressed he was. The kid had baggy hair that covered his eyebrows and nearly covered his eyes and wore a top and a kilt around his waist. He was around 121cm as well as most of the other kids there, some varying with a height of 150cm or 140cm here and there.
"Why did you interrupt her? We were getting to the good part." one said annoyed leading to others voicing their annoyance also.
"Aunt Florisha, just ignore him and continue." another one turned is head towards her and said.
"Yeah, please do."
"He can go pee whenever he wants. It's none of our business what he does."
The others supported.
"Now, now kids. We need to all care and look out for one another. There's no need for being impatient. The sun is still a little high. We have time to spare." Aunt Florisha said with a sweet smile. She turned to the kid that wanted to pee, "Okay, run along now, we'll wait. But be quick, okay."
The kid nodded is head quickly and ran off. He headed to the farm to do his business.
When he got there, he looked around for a bit.
Trickle! Trickle!
"Haaa..." He then began to relief himself.
Rustle! Rustle!
He heard some rustling between some leaves ahead. He raised an eyebrow. "Nobody is supposed to be on the farm today. Isn't today a day off? I wonder who it might be. Probably Papa Franklin, he loves working on weekends. But it still is unusual." the kid spoke to himself as he finished off.
"It won't hurt to just greet him before I leave." he said with a raise of his eyebrows.
He began to walk towards the direction of the rustling.
Rustle!
RUSTLE!
RUSTLE!
It became more and more larger as he continued on the path. He began to become a little hesitant, but he shook off the nervousness and kept walking.
"Papa Franklin! What are you doing?" His voice rang out. Almost immediately, the rustling stops.
"Papa Franklin?" he slowed down and walked cautiously towards the place where the rustling had come from originally. It was at the back of some tall leaves so he couldn't see what was happening.
He began to tiptoe slowly towards the area, his breath hitching.
He draw closer and closer with more and more caution. His heart rate increased a little as he came one inch away from touching the grass.
A strong odour hit his nose. The smell was pungent and disgusting.
He parted the tall grass. His heart nearly skipped a bit. He saw a corpse of a farm animal lying on the ground. It had been thorn and dug into by teeth in several areas all over. It was mutilated. making anyone who see it have a urge to throw up. He breathed heavily with fear. 'Who could have done—'.
Drip!
Before he could finish his thought, he felt a drop of liquid fall on his head.
His breath hastened. He looked up slowly. His eyes widened in fear. The kid froze.