A Life From AI

Ill-starred

Now it's….

Clear lines, water points, translucent grains, everything becomes the identity of this unbright weather. There is no sun, because it is night. Darkness enveloped, though black clouds became real darkness.

Covering the white star and crescent, as if he had no remorse or guilt. Even so, the cry of the heavens was a form of all that was embedded and endurable within him. And all, back to this seemingly eternal life.

"Nurh …."

"Afra? Afra!"

Two voices, one created because it had just gained consciousness, while the other was created because of shock. The human girl named Afra Afifah, is the one who just opened her eyes and returned to see the reality.

While the magical girl named Aura just got an answer to her apology.

"Nurh …." Afra again voiced out the pain and it made Aura shocked.

"Afra!" Aura again said Afra's name, although it wasn't very helpful.

Afra is now in a sleeping position, but not in bed. This is an inn with a bed that uses a rolled mattress. So, no need to explain anymore. While Aura, this magical girl could only display a worried look, even though there was something strange about her.

There were residual tears on Aura's face and it already showed that she had just cried. The worry grew as Afra again cried out in pain, but strangely, her hand would not touch Afra at all.

Yes, Aura's hand was already completely close to Afra's head, but Aura immediately withdrew her hand and lowered her head. Afra was still in pain and he didn't think too much about it.

Silence was created as Aura lowered her head. Afra could only lie on a bed that was not too comfortable with gasping for breath. The rain was getting heavier and the rumbling was heard again, making the atmosphere of the hospital room completely indiscernible.

Yeah, better see something else.

***

The magic city, a building with a white natural stone arrangement, also a wooden foundation as a complement. The streets are also neatly arranged with natural stone and leave no soil to grow plants on the streets. Even so, there was no puddle of water created there, in times of heavy rain like this.

Tears from the sky, or rather from the wisps of black cotton that are getting longer will disappear because it gives off the clear liquid. Clear liquid that drops into droplets and hits the ground, or also becomes a vertical line as its speed increases.

Big hats, clothes with robes, magic sticks and broomsticks. The residents who were all filled by the witch race, all had such traits. Most colors are more supportive to dark colors, although some use light colors.

Buildings that stick together or give each other a gap as an alternative way. Under the gloom of the world, not a few of the city dwellers continued to walk without umbrellas and relied solely on wide hats as protectors.

Flying brooms are not used for convenience and are only held tightly, like a magic wand.

"Ah, so here, huh?"

At first glance, there is light from two red eyeballs. Red light is certainly not too bright as sunlight. It was night, but there was no moonlight in the black sky. There are only clouds that are increasingly blackening the night sky and giving colorless water droplets like that glass.

Witch clothes and hats are quite wide. Even so, clothes are very different from most magicians who give diamond accessories or use something as a lightener. The color of her clothes was more similar to those of the servants or servants in the royal palace.

Black and white, it was the hallmark of her magician clothes. A red Netra with a thin smile that displays a delight in something else. Long yellow hair and hands that held a broomstick.

Even so, there was another thing in his hand. Golden yellow objects with hexagon shape. The rain hit the object several times and it gave off light. The smile began to be widened by the holder of the object.

"Looks like I could, do this to you, man." The words full of red tones and yellow light were created and spoken by that witch, the witch commonly called the yellow mage.

Witch by the name of 'Iliya Viely'.

***

Still on the black painting with dark arrays that are still clearly visible, drip and create a thin clear colored line there. However, now the background is not on the city, but one of the buildings.

"This, Afra," said the girl with yellow, red and blue beads who became imperfect gradations, but still could feel the beauty.

The girl had just given a glass of water to the bluish-black haired girl who was sitting on a thin mattress and was quite comfortable, it seemed. The girl called by the name of 'Afra', that's her, the girl who sat down and had grasped a glass filled with water.

"Thank you, Aura," said Afra thanking her and showing a smile, then drinking the water quietly.

The girl with graded eyes called by the name 'Aura' was just speechless and slightly swallowed her own saliva. After a few seconds, Afra finished drinking the water and placed the glass on the floor, Aura began to speak.

"Se –again, I'm sorry, Afra!"

Afra, the girl with short bluish-black hair widened her blue eyes. The words of Aura, the graded-eyed girl and the pink-colored long hair made her shocked.

"A –what do you mean, Aura?" Afra said with a sense of confusion in her mind.

"I'm ... I'm really sorry for doing this to you!" Aura immediately rose from her seat and went out of the room, leaving Afra who was getting confused after hearing the affirmation.

"I ... do not understand," wirih Afra still looked at the door of the room that had just been closed violently by Aura.

The voice in silence, the irregular tone. The two things that became one made Afra's gaze diverted, from the door to the window. Looking at the vertical lines that descend rapidly from above the sky, it then produces a sound as it hits the ground.

Sit with your legs straightened, also covered by a warm blanket. The pain and pain are still felt, although it is not very important anymore now. The dark blue eyes like the depths of the sea of Afra are focused on the vertical lines.

Although the lines continued to fall and be replaced with others, the gaze of his eyes still did not shift and was distracted by anything. Just focus on those vertical lines.

"Help …." Afra let out a long sigh and stopped looking at the scene outside the window.

Calmness slowly flowed within him, as well as the accompaniment of the coldness of the vertical lines descending from the sky. His gaze was now already staring at that natural wood floor, even though it seemed to have been given reinforcement magic.

It's a shiny brown, there doesn't seem to be any such tree, does it? Maybe that's what's on Afra's mind.

"Huh …." Afra sighed again and looked at her own hand.

Looking at the appearance and condition of his own body, that was what he did. By this human girl named Afra Afifah. Even if it is just paying attention and focusing on seeing.

"Although I've banned 'his', but it's a waste,"