Destiny's Shadows: To the End of All Beginnings

Trade

A big wooden, rectangular carriage being pulled by four big horses, comes out of the woods.

The carriage was almost as big as the size of a normal house, standing over ten feet tall.

At the front of the carriage, a bald, elderly man sat, holding the reins of the horses.

After the carriage exits the woods, another one comes into view. This time an elderly woman, with white long hair was holding the reins.

Both carriages having exited the woods, then come to a halt. The back of both carriages then open, and several figures step out.

A total of eight figures step out of each carriage, five women and eleven men, all dressed in long-sleeved silky white shirts with three buttons on the neck, white pants, and black slippers.

One of them, a man seemingly in his mid-thirties, with short hair and mustache, walks closer to the other group. His hands both placed on his stomach, gripping each other softly.

"Good morning to all of you." He says to the dark-robed group with a smile on his face.

"And to you too", the unnamed man from earlier replies to him.

The man in white then bows slowly.

After his long, slow bow that lasted around ten seconds, enough to make a few members of the dark-robed group let out small chuckles, he finally raises his head again. He then turns to the left, to the direction of the carriages slightly, still keeping eye contact with the man in black that greeted him.

"As requested, sixty live humans. Fifty under the age of six years old, and all too young to retain memories from their earlier years, and remember their parents." The man in white says stretching his left hand towards the carriages.

The man in black tilts his head for a moment, gesturing for some of his companions to check the contents of the carriages.

Understanding his gesture, six dark robed figures went to the back of the carriages, three of them each checking the inside.

After a few seconds, they then look at their 'leader' and gave him a nod.

"Of the remaining ten, seven of them are just below ten years old, and the remaining three are in their early teens."

The man in the dark robe gives a slow grin to the man in white.

"Thank you." He says, nodding his head to the other man, still grinning.

"You are very welcome. However, it is not really us who should be thanked, but our saviors instead. This is all part of the many plans the mighty angels have, that will let us all, be finally be at peace." The man in white replies, now smiling from ear to ear.

"Well then, please extend our thanks to your leaders, and may this friendship of ours continue to grow even more", the man in black says, now extending his right hand to the man in white.

"Yes of course." The man in white replies, accepting the hand with his own. "And what about our part of the bargain, by the way?", the man in white says, slightly in a joking manner.

It seems both men were genuinely enjoying each other's company.

"Ahhh, yes,", the man in black gets ready to speak. His grin remaining on his face, as if he's about to tell a great story.

"You see today is actually a special day for all the cove-"

SPLAT!

Before the man in black could finish his words, his head, along with the man in white's were both sent flying to the trees, their necks cleanly cut off, blood spraying out of it, painting their outfits and the green surrounding in dark red.