97 Funeral- Part 2

*A few weeks ago*

In the time of the ungodly hour of midnight when men, women, and children slept in their houses peacefully, the moon shone brightly in the sky, the golden tint of luminous spilling on the land of the South as a girl in a hood walked through the narrow path of the passages.

Footsteps quiet as a cat, the girl drifted like a ghost, passing through a couple of houses and leaving them behind to walk to the edge of the forest where men stood talking to each other in a hushed tone. The group contained four males. An old man, two middle-aged men, and a young man.

"You're late, Ester," the old man who smoked the rolled leaves of tobacco threw it on the ground, stamping on it to exhaust the little buds flame. Though he was old with a head full of grey hair, his eyes didn't lose the fire that had been ignited since a young age.