As Monday approached, Koman took the initiative. He wanted to help the villagers defend themselves against the thieves who regularly came to the village and took their belongings. Teng was hesitant at first. He didn't want any trouble with the thieves and didn't want to risk the lives of the villagers. But Koman didn't let up.
His sense of justice and his desire to no longer accept injustice ultimately convinced not only Teng, but also the other villagers. They wanted to fight for their freedom.
On Monday the thieves arrived as expected. They moved towards the village center in a large group, as they always did, to claim their prey from Teng and the villagers. But this time they were surrounded. The villagers had holed up in the shadows, ready to await the signal.
When Koman gave the command, a fierce fight broke out. The villagers fought determinedly, many were injured, but they did not give in. The war against the thieves ultimately ended in victory for the village, but at what cost? Teng lay badly wounded on the ground, the last breath leaving his body before Koman could reach him.
When news of Teng's death reached the villagers, the mood changed. The initial relief at the victory soon gave way to heavy sadness, which eventually turned into anger. Koman was a stranger, here barely more than a week, and now their beloved leader was dead. "It was a mistake to trust him so quickly," Koman heard someone whisper. "What is the point of victory if we have lost our leader?"
Koman felt the villagers' eyes turning on him. The gratitude he had first felt turned into coldness and distrust. He felt the weight of his decisions, the weight of loss that now weighed on him. The loss of Teng, the loss of trust - it was more than he ever imagined.
Koman began to panic, a fear flooded his body, „what if the villagers want to execute me, what if they want to do something to me now that their hero, the heart of the village, has died, I have to get away from here, just get away, I have to escape from all the mall again I can't do anything but escape".
The villagers saw Koman fleeing like a desperate mutt, they couldn't believe their eyes and insulted Koman. Many were crying and despised the name Koman forever.
He looked away from the accusing eyes of the villagers and feeled the feeling of lose very deep in his chest. There was nothing left for him here - just the knowledge that his actions had once again brought pain.
As he left the village, he remembered the blue meteor he had seen days ago. A sign that showed him that it wasn't the world that was cruel, but the people who lived in it. Today he he become one of those cruel people, he began to hate himself and he vowed to become strong.
Suddenly he remembered what Teng Once said to him, „sometimes it's a victory if you escape death and survive", his head didn't know what to do anymore but Koman's instinct ran further east into the kingdom of Menzenians, the place of origin where his great friend came from.