Her slender body moved swiftly and the soft breeze kept brushed through her long hair that almost touched the cold floor. Her feet urgently moved in the direction of the inner temple.
The Head Priest was meditating. Whenever someone died under his care, he would meditate the whole night without eating, drinking, or sleeping. He would do that until his heart would stop hurting from the loss of someone precious.
He was in the private room where no one would dare to disturb him when he was inside. They knew that he would pray there alone.
Just then, the door of this prayer room burst open.
The Head Priest kept his eyes closed and stayed unmoved. The fire in the candles danced when the wind blew in the room after the door was opened abruptly.
"How many times do I have to tell you to knock?" the Head Priest calmly questioned the intruder.
The intruder lightly stepped forward. She didn't bother to answer his question. She said, "Something happened."
He calmly responded, "What did?"
