The sky remained dark.
But through the thin atmosphere, the stars could be seen clearly.
Only today, the two crescent moons seemed brighter.
The little boy looked no older than ten, not very tall, but with noticeable muscles.
His already dark skin made him appear exceptionally strong.
Perhaps in too much of a hurry, he stumbled and fell forward.
But at the moment of losing balance, the boy's left hand instinctively shot out like lightning to hit the ground.
He braced himself to flip forward, like a cannonball tracing an arc, landing heavily.
Thud.
The ground shook heavily, raising a large wave of dust.
It sounded like a rhino had stomped, but the adults wrapped in animal skins around him remained undisturbed, as if it was normal.
The little boy, like a sprightly calf, bounced to the center of the village, deliberately landed in front of the owner of those crescent moon eyes, and lifted an old wooden board to show off.
