All stations are in abeyance.
The thunderstorm shows no sign of abating.
Wind is howling around the village.
Riot is coming soon!
The brave warriors standing along the moonlit lane prepare to fight.
Suddenly, the terrorists walk briskly toward them.
Somehow, none of the warriors break step.
The warriors stand as straight as soldiers on parade.
The terrorist leader yells at them. "Tumashi Akerkama"
It is a bloody guilt.
A crime against a person or clan that can only be avenged through bloodshed.
The spirit immediately raises up among the terrorists.
The cards are stacked against the warriors.
No halcyon.
No peace.
The grinding scream death keeps howling.
The haemorrhage none one can staunch.
The grief no man can bear.
It is a truly bloody strife!
The riot will usher in WORLD WAR.
Please.
Please bless the children.
Give them triumph now.
Give them back the peace.
Give them back the sweetest childhood.
Please call a truce!
Always in halcyon.
