the fallen

While the sun was turning crimson color, indicating the end of the day of carrying the burden of mothers, joys and other feelings that differ from one person to another, drawing the sunset in the form of red twilight lines that decorate the sky as a painting drawn by a creative artist.

It was a small town perched on the foot of a green mountain. From its unpaved sidewalks, the feeling of reassurance and warmth emanated from its simple, generous and generous residents, whose numbers did not exceed two hundred, where everyone knew and helped some of them, sharing their joys and sorrows as if they were one body, as the member of the disease of the rest was broken.

On the edge of the small village, next to one of the green farms of medium size, not exceeding six hundred square meters, there was a group of farmers, approximately seven in number, who seemed to have just returned from their hard work, with signs of fatigue and exhaustion on their faces, but they exchanged a conversation about different things that made them forget their day

Suddenly they were interrupted by a boy among them who seemed to be still about four or fifteen years old, with a red face in the influence of the burning sun, with a thick skeletal structure covered with broken and torn clothes that seemed to be old.

"Hey, do you hear this… it's like screaming… but it's coming from the sky" he spoke after raising his head to look at the sky.

"Hmmm." The others replied with a surprised tone

"What are you talking about... I don't think we heard anything, Alan."

"Be quiet a little and listen well."

The young men began exchanging looks of suspicion and astonishment among themselves, but they quickly suppressed this feeling and gave a chance to their friend, then all their focus was directed towards the sky and here was the surprise

"Ha-ha-ha, damn you, what the hell have you done? We weren't in the palace seconds ago, why are we falling from the sky now?" The young men clearly heard the talk from heaven as if an angel was talking to them.

"Haha, it's part of my plan, don't worry, hehehe." It seemed like two people were talking, and as the sound approached, the shadows of the source of the sound began to appear. The farmers were shocked with all the meaning of the word, repeating to themselves one sentence "Is what we see real?"

As the two shadows approached, it became clear that they were not directly above the farmers, but rather at a distance of about five thousand meters near a mountain.... Then a strong thud was heard even from this distance.

"Oh, let's check it quickly." Alan spoke to the rest of the youth, with an excited face as if a child had seen his favorite cake, but soon those features dissipated when he saw that the place where the two shadows fell was off-limits to the public.

It is said that there is an old witch living in the mountain who curses everyone who approaches him. That is why the mountain was called "The Witch's Mountain."

The farmers had no choice but to go back to their homes and forget what had happened, but now he still had a feeling of excitement mixed with a bit of fear as if he was watching a horror movie.

"Well, I guess you wouldn't let a situation like this go unnoticed, now, but let's check it out tomorrow. At least we can see. The weather is getting dark, and we don't know what the witch might do." A young man of medium height spoke with a tired face with the features of a person in late twenties

"Well, you are right, as we are very tired, in addition, if we go without our parents' knowledge, they will panic, let's check it out tomorrow morning."

In any case, the friends separated after agreeing not to tell their families what happened, and each one went to his house.