Chapter 3 What to do?

After that commotion Raksi aproached his older sister.

“Saffy?”

“Mmm,” She replied

“You may think it’s my imagination but I heard some noises under ground when we were hunting.”

“I don’t think it’s your imagination because I heard something like people shouting under the earth when I was at the river.”

“What shall we do?”

“We’ll tell the wiseman.”

At the wiseman’s hut, Rachel was telling the wiseman exactly what happened. The wiseman thought about it very much but then came a ‘knock, knock, knock’ on the simple, thin, wooden door.

“Come in,” shouted the wiseman trying hard not to sound annoyed.

“We came to say that we heard strange noises from under the ground.” Saffy mummered in a scared tone, half expecting to feel embarassed when the wiseman would say it’s her imagination.

“Mmm, just as i thought, it’s the Lost City.” the wiseman said as he sat thinking.

For a moment everyone was in slience of puzzelment but then the wiseman spoke seeing the look on the children’s faces.

“The lost city was the greatest city in Indonesia long ago, but it got destroyed in the wars. Now, it is buried in the ground, and whoever puts one foot on it they get swallowed into the ground.” He said this in both languages.

“But what are we to do?” asked Rachel.

“We will meet tomorrow, but now it is the time for sleeping.”

With that the children knew it was time for bed so they all walked back to thier hut.