Sometimes I feel that something is behind me. I notice his gaze sinking into the back of my neck, watching me impatiently. I try to ignore that feeling. I try to control my body to keep my hands from shaking and carry on with what I am doing. I want to believe that if I ignore him, he will leave.
All the people in his town knew the Elder Mojandar. There were two reasons why he was called Elder Mojandar: his name was Mojandar, and he was old.