One

Lovely views from the scenery, the soothing wind derailed the falling petals of the gypsophilla. It didn't stop there either, its derivative of the powers of the oceans produced waves. Very enjoyable to view such scenery from landscape. Old grandpa will not rest, he had the duty of chopping all the woods from the log. Working day and night even in the sun as well as in the harmattan season. While Janet was just a few metres away from grandpa, she pauses and observed grandpa with great compassion as well as with great curiosity. "this man will not rest?" She queried herself. After she delivered her hunted Bush meat as well as other things in unto a thinly furnished kitchen. She met to make away with.

"My granddaughter. Back?" Grandpa inquired absentminded. His weathered face displays strain from work.

"I'm back, grandpa." Janet took the axe from grandpa and hewed wood. "Rest grandpa. Your cells are weak. Don't create trouble for yourself."

Grandpa cleared his throat as he sat down in the upholstered chair.

"Don't be obstinate, Janet. I don't want you to suffer for even an hour. You are the only family members who stood with me when everybody shunned me."

"I don't care, grandpa. Not even when your family surrounded you in ostracism. I will always be with you."

"Haan. Your mother is just like you. She is such an obstinate person and can't tolerate watching the old folk do their work. She should assist them. Don't you miss your mother? Why not return home?"

"I can't do that, grandpa." She let the axe fall with melancholiness. "Maybe something goes wrong with you and I'm not around."

You need not worry so much about this tonto old man. I did treason. I am worthy of punishment. That is punishment enough."

Tears fell like rain from Janet's eyes. She embraced the old man. He did not care about his filthy clothes staining her angelic white top.

No one can separate us grandfather. I promise you on that.

The old man sympathised. His weak eyes shed tears slowly. Suddenly, the noise of a den gunshot disturbed the chilly seconds. The young hunter came running towards them. He had fled from a wild tiger. Janet escorted her grandpa in the cottage. They stood in the window as the tiger patrolled the grounds heavily. When its presence was gone, they all sighed in relief.

"This is such a hazardous spot. Hunting these days is just about a herculean task to undertake."

"Where did this come from? I have heard barbarians live on the edges of the woods." Janet inquired looking intently at the hunter.

"The inner side of the barbarians' country."

Aechoacousia in the forest was caused by screeching noises of arthropods. The tense gun sounds were heard routinely, though apparently it had decreased the few days subsequent from an outbreak of the tree branches by some barbarians who raided. Nonetheless, it did not destroy the entire forest.

Do you believe you can let that stranger go with us?"

Grandpa questioned. Janet gazed over towards Andrew who is tending the campfire flames in order to make them hotter and smaller.

"He is from the outside. I believe in him, grandpa." Janet grunts in reassurance.

"I believe in your words, Janet. Eagerly i don't believe in that so much. But i come to an awareness one day that only trust is able to maintain a good unity between human beings."

Janet took hold of grandpa's right palm. She touched him with her cheek. "Grandpa may take us away soon. Don't you have fate grandpa?"

Andrew proceeded towards them.

"I apologize, sir. I believe I am troubling them. I will go back home. I assure as daybreak's."

You're welcome to stay. I don't refuse.

Oh, thank you, sir. I don't believe I can stay.

There are barbarians and terrorists out there. Can you make it through the ordeal?

Andrew thought about it and consented to stay until the riot subsides.

Rather soon, everybody's eyes were heavy. Janet took grandpa to bed. She slept on the mat. But the stranger, well she neglected him in favor of the burden of sleep in her eyes.

Andrew glanced keenly and attribute his motives to carry out his duty. Had been waiting for such an opportunity for night descends and fall in action." I must serve my people and obey the traditions. I must slay that old man. Otherwise. My people finally ask. I will be killed.

Anyone who happened to lay eyes on Gary. The old man who had been rejected of this hometown must destroy him. If he keep quiet about it and we were able to even ask, then we will destroy that individual and still murder Gary anyway. The statement resonated in Andrew's mind like a bell. Staggered, he took a walk. Held his axe in hand and inched himself towards the old man. His feelings grow intense. Raised the axe in the air. Then brought it down an inch away from the old man to the ground.

Janet woke with wide eyes after an exquisite sleep. Her eyes pierced holes in Andrew.

"What are you doing?"

Andrew dropped the axe on the ground as tears streamed down his eyes. "I can't do it." He passed the axe over to Janet. "Kill me right away so that townspeople will never find out i defaulted in the agreement."

Janet attempted not to cry, but failed. She raised the axe in order to strike on Andrew, but she can't.

"How long have you known about this?" Janet inquired.

"I overheard and listened in on your talks with the old man. I knew he's Gary then."

You have to escape far from here. Immediately!

Andrew hastened with his arrows and carriage. He came out in a hurry. The eruption of sword slaying echoes in an instant. Janet hastened out to find out who is outside. She held her mouth, shaking violently when she found Andrew lying on the floor, blood dripping from his neck.