The wind of the plains greeted the morning dawn. In the Plains the breezy wind of the morning is always refreshing.
The sunlight slowly enters the tent and slowly the blanket that cover his body slightly move.
Slowly he opens his eyes, his hand went to his side and then he realized something is wrong.
No one is beside him and that startled Arial more than it should.
'Velamina?' he asks and then he awoke with urgency.
With half naked body he looks beside him. There was no one. He then rubs his eyes and look inside the tent and then on the table beside the bed, he spotted a letter.
His face darkened. He got a premonition that nothing good could come of that letter. But he got up from the bed and slowly approach the table. He sighed. Then he takes a deep breath
Slowly his hand reaches the letter.
