Chapter 2: Dream

He dug a hole for the coffin, next to his old hut and dragged the coffin with a rope tied to it, and put it on the hole.

After that he put his grandpa on wooden wheel cart, dragged it where the coffin was put and lifted the wheel cart from the front of the handle, and which slided his grandpa, and was finally put in coffin. He closed the coffin and put back the soil he dug out.

Finally, after he finished everything, he was tired and sweated alot, sat down for few minutes, took a look at sky, it was finally going to be dark, so he got up and took off his clothes and jumped to the river stream, washed his body clean, washed his dirty clothes and put on new clothes. He held his washed clothes on hanged on a rope for drying.

After he finished everything, he went to the corner where food was kept, it was an old clay pot with 50 cm of radius, with a height of 30cm. He opened the cap of pot, took a dried fish and ate it very heartily.

In his early age, he learned a lot with the help of his grandpa, from hunting to cooking and also to make medicines. Now not many reserves of dried food is left, it seems that he has to make hunting tomorrow.

He sat up lit up an old lamp with the help of stones by rubbing together.

He picked the bow and quiver, touching very sincerely with a slight emotion and he fell asleep with bow in his hand and quiver on his chest.

The bow is not long, its about 50 inches, materials are unknown, it has a black metal on the edges, yellow metal on the handle. The materials seems to be mixed. The string is thick upto 30mm, its also an unknow material.

On the bed, Xin slept very soundly and was having a dream.

In his dream, he saw an old man stood up on a mountain with fierce eyes, strong body, immovable like iron, has a scar on his face, which gives an feeling of scaredness and an arrogant brute personality.

He wears an robe made of silk, his hair is black and flutters like antfly. From where he stands, there is not even a living being even cities, as if the animals has been scared away, so they don't dare approach.

He glances at a certain direction and holds the bow in one hand, takes an arrow from the quiver, which the quiver is hold by a rope on both ends attached to his body, puts the arrow on the bow, and pulls the end of arrow with the help of the string as the tip of the arrow is put on the head of bow.

The tip of arrow and end of arrow are different, as tip of arrow is attached with an triangular shape of unknown metal and end of arrow is attached with five feathers each on side as to make more aerodynamic and to make smooth flow with the wind.

The old man pulls string and mantra is chanted, releases the arrow, flew past the winds, mountains, streams of rivers and lakes, countries, continents, forests, for 3 days and finally reaches a cave where an old man who was enjoying with his wine. He sat there on a chair made of jade, on his fingers, he wears rings, golds, and the wine cup is also jade made. The table is full of dishes, fruits.

Finally, the arrow whizzed past him and shot through his head and exploded. The old man who was in his cave did not know who shot him, and even the cave was exploded, which shook the ground and trembled. The forest shook wildly, which trembled the nearby cities of many.

Finally after one day, the tremor calmed down. The people were curious as to what happened so they searched and looked for it.

And someone found the scene and alarmed the nearby cities. When they arrived they were shocked. They were shocked to see that there were golds, wines, jades, which were splashed, broken, destroyed to many pieces. Even an arrow was stuck on the ground pinned on the corpse without head which was astonishing.

From these details and the clothes wore, they can clearly recognise this person. It's an evil person who is famous for his notoriety, it is said that he provoked someone who shouldn't be provoked and finally fell.

The old man who shot the arrow finally avenged his revenge and his hairs turned grey from black, and even his body which was unmovable like iron withered at a fast pace.

Before his last breathe, he looked at the sky and said: "Life is meant to be for oneself, who cares for others. Let this piece of bow and quiver fall, let it sleep, whoever inherits, inherits all my skills and knowledge, be it for destiny". After saying this he finally fell, even his corpse dried up with leaving any bones.