CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
About a week ago
Return of Dansh and Dali after the fallout
It had been about a week since Dansh and Dali fell into the chasm, and the villagers all strongly believed that they were dead and gone. Each day since had been beautiful, free of any horror of the chance of their or their beloved ones’ demise. The villagers were happy to have their joyous days back again.
But today would be the worst day of their lives yet. The sun had hidden behind the mountains. The night had reached its halfway point, and the villagers were sleeping in tranquility; some outside their huts on charpoys, the rest inside.
The weather was beautiful. No trace of any storm. No trace of any danger.
Abruptly, the wind whooshed. Sand wafted through the air. Though it was mid-summer, the air turn
