A man stood at the precipice of a cave in a mountain, awaiting the storm.
"Do you think he will join us?" A woman's voice came behind him.
The man took out a strange device. It was a large ball on a string, but soon one would realize that it was a semicircle, and on the flat side was a clock. The hands turned at to 7, and it was rather inaccurate.
Yet this man was used to it, and did not need it to be accurate. What he merely needs was to know if it was already evening or not. If the sun had fallen or not.
"He must. And he is one of us. He is the strongest, and can walk under the sun." He told the woman, and turned to her.
As he stepped out finally out of the cave's mouth, his eyes gleamed bright red, and his sharp teeth also have the same shine.
"Sigh, I agree. We have stayed hidden here like bats for too long." The woman came by his side with her arms crossed. "He must have been sent by the Lord to be our Messiah. Our Savior."
