Darius stood tall with his broad shoulders beside Hilton while Enzo and Aubre stood behind him, alert. Darius's dark eyes were fixated on the closed door in front of him.
The old villagers stood around, tensed and annoyed. But that didn't bother Darius at all. He had something on his mind, and he would get it no matter what.
He watched as the door of the hut slowly opened. An old woman with shiny white long and straight hair appeared at the door with a distinct tranquillity on her face.
Hilton's lips parted as he watched the woman in awe. Her piercing grey eyes held such a calmness that Hilton felt goosebumps forming on his skin.
He had met innumerable people of all kinds in his life, yet he had never met someone like her.
She had a long walking stick in her hand that reached a few inches over her head. She was dressed in white clothes, rolled around her body with a knot at the back.
