It was a night of new moon. The sky was dark and not even a single star could be seen. Light could only be seen in the small village enclosed by the dark tall ever greens. It was closer to midnight and the surrounding was peaceful. It seemed like everyone was asleep in the village. Suddenly a wild wind blew over the area, extinguishing all the lanterns and candles. The darkness swallowed the sleeping village gradually. No one noticed those three hooded figures around their village, who were drawing patterns on the ground. Their patterns encircled the village as if it were the centre of something important. Once they were done, they went back to their so called shelter. Another hooded figure was waiting for their arrival.
“Is it done?”, he asked them.
“Yes, master! Just as you wanted!”, o
