The little Bo was frightened. He did remember that he walked to his bed and his eyelids eagerly laid down. How did he end up in a place that was as if deadwood?
His eyes rolled on the shrine that was quiet and seemed that no one ever was praying there or gifting the gods. A place that forgot the modesty and rituals. He heard a water sound that was crossing down the glen and then he turned back. The sky was clean but a heavy fog was streaming around.
On the mountain, the castle had set glinting lights and the moon was exactly on the top of that great building.
"Why am I here? This can be a nightmare." Bo repeated to himself and blinked various times.
"You are here to see the truth." A man said.
Bo yanked back and slipped a few steps backward.
"Who are you?" Bo couldn't believe that he was Lashuka because his feature wasn't like a demon. Only a slender man, wearing a black uniform with golden beads embroidered margins. His appearance was very noble.
