So, let's begin.
"What do you all think?" asked the village chief.
"What is there to think about? Let's go and help them," replied Anna.
"We can't just ignore the rules of the village," answered Kabir.
And surprisingly, all the elders present were also in favour of Kabir.
"Do you want that incident to go out of place and spread to all the neighbouring villages?" asked Anna.
No, I definitely don't want anyone to be harmed. but we can't ignore the rules. Kabir replied, and all the present elders nodded.
This argument and discussion kept going for another hour.
"Everyone," said the village chief.
"I know you guys don't want to break the rules and also don't want anyone to get hurt." So I think we can figure out the middle path."
The village chief said this, and it could be seen that he was very much respected, as everyone present had simply left their arguments aside and was listening to the village chief.
"We can wait another 3 days and see if there is any help requested from the wooden village or any village nearby, and on the 4th day we will send someone from our village to them and ask them if they need our help under the conditions of the rules of our village." "This way we can follow the rule as well as provide help if they need it."
Every one present nodded and accepted the decision of the village chief.
One must know that the rules that they are discussing are that they will not interfere in taking over any village by force, though trade and other resources of the village are open to them. They will remain neutral if they are requested to aid in some kind of life-saving incident or aid anyone in any kind of war. They will take over that place in exchange for their help. This was the rule of Village 1, and this rule was set up by the first ancestor, who had set up a living establishment here.
"Okay, every one." "Thank you for your time."
Everyone stood up and started to exit the house, but immediately there was a drastic change in the environment, and the sky changed to a blood red colour.
Boom…
Thud…
Crack…
Every citizen of the village dropped whatever they were busy with and looked towards the sky.
It was like there was some kind of omen.
The elders stood together at the entrance of the village chief's house and looked at the sky. Hanu and his five brothers surrounded the elders, removed the weapons from their waists, and physically grew twice their length.
They were vigilantly looking at their surroundings and ready to use their weapon for protection at any moment.
Boom…
The wind blew in all directions, and there was the sound of thousands of creatures and ghosts howling and crying.
Stars could be seen falling from the sky. The sunny day was changed to a dark night.
Out of the empty space in the sky, a vertical pupil that looked like a third eye became visible. It opened its eye. It was blood red in colour, with a tinge of gold surrounding it.
The eye looked at everyone from the sky; it felt like it was scanning the whole world.
When the eye looked towards the elder, Hanu stepped forward, held a sledge hammer in his arms, and bent a little. It was as if, at any moment, Hanu would jump to fight the heavens. The village chief, while observing Hanu's eye and Hanu's action, put his hands on Hanu's shoulder and shook his head.
He didn't want Hanu or any of his brothers to attack.
The eye looked at Hanu's action for some time and then moved towards the outer edge of the village.
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