The thick view of white covered the bare grounds,and the sound of the howling wind crept around. The gentle night shone it's stars, giving the dark white lands illumination.

"What a great soul he was". Series of mumbling started to fill the void night ....The small town was soon filled with grief as the news of the dead merchant's son .

'The last faint words he could hear were the screams of his father'

suddenly a dark realm took over the vision of the merchant's son ,then again another faint light and faint sound appeared.

'The true meaning of light at the end of a tunnel.....'