Within John's hand was a four leaf clover.
In his grandfather lap. He was looking at his grandson that was his pride and joy to see the youth smile everyday.
His grandfather had gotten up from the creek from his bones he felt ache every time he move and when he stand up.
"Grandfather, I help you."
"Okay, thank you John."
Back to the present time.
"What happen then?"
"A few week later I seen him die from trying to protect the village while everyone else ran from the village."
"Why did the other villager left your grandfather?"
"It was beside it a beast from dark world."
"The dark world? I heard it once from my sister. She said the dark world is fill with monsters that cover the area with dark emotions and bring fear inside people hearts."
