And he just watched it and for a while the silence was comforting, but to st art the journey we had to move. He g rabbed his shoes and started to head t owards the village. I tracked him with my eye until he was directly under the moon. I glanced back once more towa rds the body. I knelt down and pulled o ut my knife. It was blacker than the n ight. Pulling out my cloth I cleaned th e blood and put it back in its sheathe which has always remained on my lef t for it's entirety. The wind began to pick up as I followed my brother tow ards the dawn. Our journey began.
We moved with the wind as the dawn turned to day. My brother took the lead a nd I followed behind by ten feet. We walked across th e village paying no heed t o the life around. We did n't hurry and we didn't sl ouch. We just did what w e were told to. Make the sacrifice and head towar ds the train station. The desert heat did not both er us as it did to the od d tourists. When we rea ched our goal we got on the first train heading e ast towards the sea. My brother took the seat a cross from me and waited.
