It was late November in a town called Nihmsol where they were celebrating Thanksgiving. It was around five thirty in the afternoon when a strange wind picked up, blowing leaves from the trees into the villagers food. It was then that the elder decided to move the feast in doors when some clouds rolled in and covered the sun; it started to rain. Soon they had all of the food in doors and were continuing to feast. Then, when everyone ha eaten their fill, they went to bed. Most of them slept soundly, buy some had restless dreams. One of these people was the elder. H was having a dream about a tragedy in the town fifty miles from them; Triasha had returned and was extracting his vengeance. The next day, as the villagers awoke, they found that there had been a strong storm the night before. There were pieces of houses and branches from trees strewn all over the village. The elder bent over a branch and examined it and to his greatest dismay, he found that it was not from a tree in their village, and that the pieces of house were not from the houses that they had. Then there came an explosion from Nihmsol�s sister city, Nhimsol. The elder looked into the sky and asked, �Could this be the work of Triasha?� Screams could be heard up until now; they had vanished, as if something or someone had silenced them. �Everyone, listen to me. We need to get out of here. I want a few carts to carry the treasures of this village and everyone else only take what you can carry for we are traveling light, the elder said, a hint of fear in his quivering voice.
By sundown, the caravan was already thirty miles out of the city. The elder looked at his clock that he had been carrying around with him; it was eight thirty pm. �Okay, I think we will camp here for the night,� he said, relieving his old bones from his weight as he sat down. Slowly, the villagers fell asleep, none but the watchmen were awake after a while. Then, as if a gigantic alarm clock had gone off, everyone woke up. Some were trying to calm the horses, while other sat on the ground in a daze. Then all went black around the villagers; there was naught to be seen. It was as if they had been cast into a pit of darkness, but the elder knew better. �Triasha, I know you�re here! Show your self!� he shouted and as if he was summoned, Triasha floated out of the darkness. So, you know who I am eh, old man? Then you know why I have appeared here tonight, heh. Now, hand them over,� Triasha demanded. �If you don�t then I will start to kill,� he hissed, eyes turning red. He raised a finger at the nearest person, a female who went by the name of Lula. The elder gave a shout,
�Fine, you win Triasha, just don�t kill her,� the elder pleaded. Triasha grinned sinisterly, and said in amusement,
�Haha, so this girl is precious to you. Well, since I am in a generous mood, I won�t kill anyone. Now hand them over,� Triasha said, pointing at the cart that held the treasures from the village. The huge stone idols were brought to him, and Trisha made them float with him. As he left, a man shouted at him,
�Why do you need these mere pieces of rock fo..� The elder stopped him before he aggravated Triasha. Once he had left, the elder tuned to the villagers and said, with shame in his voice,
�Those were not just sculptures, no. Those were idols made out of Trianchu stone. He can become much stronger with those. I have done this world much harm tonight. Indeed, the days to follow will be dark.�