WAITING FOR THE SECRETS
" What the hell do you kids think you are doing ?" A dominant voice grunts from somewhere . This voice has power .
" WHO ARE YOU ?" We voice our own question at the voice .
" It's not the time to ask questions " And then the voice emerges .
A loomy shadow emerges from the woods . Dressed in complete black ; black shorts , black t-shirt and black floppers a man comes in eye sight . It's hard to guess his age , figure wise he looks no elder than thirty but his brown eyes are deep , hollow deep . The way you would see of a man who has seen more than his age , with deep circles and wrinkled face he looks around sixty years of age . He comes forward and his eyes glint .
The ground creaked .
And we all glanced at the big image which was kind of forgotten because of the new guest .