(I am so sorry for this late update. I think that you might have lost the flow of the story, so I request you to read Blue Watery Eyes! #27 again. Sorry for the inconvenience.)
The sun was setting in the arms of the golden clouds over the mountains. The light had bent to make a place for the dark which made the sky a war-land, a war between light and the darkness, where the war was not being fought on the earth, but in the heavens.
The disappointment was reflecting on everyone’s face when none of them got any job. Dean and Luke were going back to their home.
“We shall meet tomorrow again. We must not lose hope!” Luke said, with his voice raised.
“Yes” Everyone sighed, for losing hope was then looking much easier than holding the board and distributing pamphlets.
The pamphlets that were made by Ash and Jason together, though everything was written by Ash, were lying on the ground, crumpled and torn. Some were carried away by the wind, and some were on the ground, not very far from Ash. ‘Hard work can’t be wasted like that,’ Ash thought and went on to collect all the papers from the ground.
As he was picking up the papers, a strong wind blew from the right, and then from the left. All the pamphlets flew with the wind, and suddenly, a heap of those was formed in front of Ash.
Ash took a moment to realize what had just happened, pamphlets that were scattered on the ground, just a few moments ago, the wind brought them all together and put them in a heap in front of Ash, as if to make his work easier.
No paper was left on the ground, and everyone was busy in closing their stores. As Ash picked up the papers, he looked around himself. In the sparse crowd, suddenly Ash caught a glimpse of the same old man that he had seen earlier, in the unique outfit – a dark cloak with his face covered under the hood, and the silver beard, that much long that kids would enjoy hanging and play with it. Ash could have thought that he was not the same old man, but the stick as long as the man himself, didn’t leave any chance for the misconception.
Many questions were unanswered in Ash’s mind, and he knew that this was time to know the answer. As he stepped in old man’s direction. A hand on his shoulder stopped his feet, and Ash turned around, just to find Jason.
“Come on, It’s already getting dark,” Jason said, with the board under his arm.
And as soon as Ash turned to find that man, there was no one as he expected.
“You look worried?” Jason asked.
But Ash didn’t answer, he grabbed Jason’s hand, and said in a deep voice “Let’s go. I need to tell you something.”
Haven’t read the previous parts yet?