There was a very heavy pour of rain that night. Sparks of lightning and resounding thunder claps, and rumbles echoed through the sky. There was someone running hastily under the rain, with a bag hung on his shoulder. He was running towards the temple.
Zelta was asleep already, she was covered in the blanket with a fire in the fireplace to give warmth.
Slam!!
She was woken up by the sound of the main entrance door, as it slammed open. She jumped out immediately from the bed. Fully awaken at this point, she watched in alertness, to see who this would be, at this time of the day, and with this weather. She hid in the corner of the room, and there she saw the figure of a man, with a very huge physique, storming down the dark stairs. He was completely drenched by the rain.
"Who is this, and why is he here?" she thought, trying to unravel his identity. But she couldn't see clearly through the dark stairs.
