It was an uncanny night. Down by the vast field lays the sleeping lambs and cows. Blowing wind makes whistling sound as it ruffle through the branches-leaves of tall trees. Everything was silent... Silent indeed. Drawing further more. A mysterious woman in black was walking down the woods, passing by the thick bushes. ‘Uncanny was it’ she recalled. Gulping, taking in the hard lump down to her throat, a devious smile appeared on the woman’s lips.
“Croo-Croo” Twisting her head, the mysterious woman gazed up from where she knew the sound came from. She had her fingers tightly clasped against the pad of cloth surrounding the handle of her demanding blade. With no such effort, the woman jumped off from her feet and fled up, resting her flats against the sure, roundness of the branch of eucalyptus tree.
“Hah, got you” The woman mumbled, raising the blade up. Directly, swiftly it shifted down, cutting through a hundred twigs- along with the noisy crow, its body cutted on half. ‘Blood’. Oh how lovely would that name be, for this day... I will hunt, kill everything that blocks my way, and kill everything I see. The lady thought as she stare and was in the state of mesmerized situation as the blood of the crow tripped down the ground. It was a fair, ordinary game for her. Deciding to herself, she, sure, wanted more action... Or should I say, ‘BLOOD’.
Sounds of clinging metal’s heard. Groans and soft whimpers of hard work’s seemed to tingle into every man’s soul.
A man named ‘Rafael’ was there at the corner, moulding a metal. . . Glancing at the nearby window, he sighed. “ Darn it, this wouldn’t get easier for us working for a hundred weapons.” He complained concluding another, “ For that BLOOY head! “
Laughing to their loudest the other workers looked at Rafael and cried their sudden lore. Aghast by the work done, Rafael chuckled of the unruly stories shared by each one of them. But he came with-into the thought of finding better job than to stay here stoned in a small cottage with metal’s auburn color.
stood up and held his hips with both of his hands. “ You, goin’?” Robert, Rafael’s best friend asked. “ O-oh yeah I am. Please tell boss I’ll leave.” Robert nodded and when he turned his attention back into his work, Rafael stared into his co-workers and sighed, starting his walk towards the exit. He would reach the knob and pushed it aback making a passage occur and Rafael left. “I wonder what would they think of me, leaving them with piles of work.” He asked himself sullenly.
A long walk, nobody would know even Rafael wouldn’t know that by this very moment . The impossible is on the process.
(INTRODUCING YOU.... The Black Smith )
