The first light of the dawn painted the clouds of the sky in a light shade of lilac and red. It was very early, a time where most of the village was asleep, but there was a large gathering of young disciples outside a large mansion.
They were all dressed in black mourning robs and lined the sides of the pathway with heads lowered, solemn eyes that looked nowhere in particular.
Dong!
Dong!
Dong!
A sound of the bell came from the mansion's tower, three deep rings announced a celebratory occasion. There was a rapid confusion that spread through the disciples as they all exchanged nervous glances.
"Was there a mistake?"
"Our master is on his death bed, why would they announce celebration?"
"Could it be some indecent mockery-"
"Hey, look!"
