He kept standing under the tree, the sun was setting. The wind was softly blowing and the sun had the most beautiful colour of orange with a tinge of red. It looked so big but it seemed quite near. The birds were happily chirping, flying to their homes with their loved ones. It was obvious that the next visitor would be arriving soon, which would mark the end of the day. It was indeed a beautiful scenery, but Luke was not seeing any of that, he was deep in thoughts, thinking of when it had all begun in the past, where it had all started from.
It had been about three decades ago, he had been in his room. He had been preparing for the yearly Sax ceremony that was always held in Saxia, where beings from the edges of the earth would all come in attendance, hoping that they would finally see t
