CHAPTER EIGHT
Four years earlier
It was a dark night, with the moon resting somewhere over the clouds. Rain had come back to the village after a very, very long time away, and while it poured down, lightning roared thunderously. The villagers were happy, and over the commotion of loud whooshing of winds and rainfall, the Kendraa resounded with their cheerful voices. Large raindrops struck the huts and collected in the stainless steel containers that had been placed outside to gather some water. The villagers finally had a chance to stock up, though it would not be enough to last until the next rain came. They’d still have to visit the nearby cities to gather some, but at least for now, they wouldn’t have to struggle to travel by a camel cart.
Suddenly, with the appearance of three encha
