BATTLE CRY'S

Lontara 24: Under the Moon

Veins pressed down on Andros' chest compressions to keep the young man's heart working.

'please don't go. Don't go!' the scream of the Vein in the heart.

Uncle Ozo opened the tent and went straight to Andros.

"He why?" Ask Uncle Ozo in a panic.

"I don't know, he suddenly vomited blood and fainted" Vena couldn't hold his stuffing anymore. The veil was wet because of her tears.

"It... No way" Ozo examined Andros' body, he was shocked because Andros' internal organs were severely injured and what was more surprising was that this Child's body had no magic at all.

'How could this child have such great strength' inwardly, he still remembered the powerful energy that radiated from the young man's body when it came out of the tent. He asked where the strength of the young man came from if not from his Magic Energy.

"Why Uncle?, will he survive?" Ask Vena worried.

"Ah, no. Even if it's severe, the wound can still be healed." Uncle Ozo stuffed the healing pill into Andros' mouth. Slowly Andros' breathing began to normalize and his heart rate improved.

Vein immediately breathed a sigh of relief and she was determined to find something in the treasure storage room of those bandits, she hoped to find Health Potions, pills and precious Magic Herbs that helped the recovery of internal injuries.

While Uncle Ozo used the low-level healing magic he mastered.

"Fire Magic - Holy Flame" a blanket of fire came out from Uncle Ozo's hand and enveloped the entire body of andros. Slowly regenerates damaged cells. Slowly wound Andros wound closed quickly, then Vein returned with five Health Potions and some pills that he could cure the wound.

After Andros drank the Health Potion his internal injuries immediately improved his condition.

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The night was so quiet, the moon was shining brightly in the cloudy sky. Occasionally showing up and occasionally hiding.

Beneath him was a young man with a long sword on his hip and wounds and blood all over his body running limped around holding a pale-faced girl who kept holding her stomach and holding blood so as not to through the wound in his stomach.

The two of them were already on edge, having been attacked by hundreds of Demonic Beasts. Wounds were visible all over their bodies and the bloodstains on their skin and clothes were already indistinguishable between their own blood and the Demonic Beasts they killed.

The girl's face was already so pale from losing a lot of blood, while the young man still forced a run even though he felt that soon the joints in his knees would be dislodged. Even so, he must not stop if he does not want to be a meal of hungry Demonic Beasts who are after them.

Their Magic energy and stamina were all exhausted. The young man continued running while hoping for a miracle. He kept repeating the same words in his mind.

'Please Elisha, Hold on.'

His breathing was stingy as if his lungs could no longer function, his head was in pain and experienced tremendous pain all over his body.

He tried to keep running but unfortunately his body was not willing to obey his orders, the young man fell. The girl fell from the young man's arms.

The young man clenched his teeth firmly.

"Stand up!, Let's Stand!" The young man shouted to his own feet, His face showing a clear stroke of despair.

The injured girl looked at the young man and slowly and quivering she tried to grab the young man's hand.

"Stand Up!, Why don't you obey me?!" He continued to push both his legs.

When the girl managed to hold the young man's hand, the young man regained his senses and looked at the girl. He looked at the blood-soaked face of the girl with a sad feeling.

"That's enough, Scar" with a trembling the girl smiled gently towards that Scar Youth.

Scar who looked at the smile was getting his heart cut. Seeing that smile that was now stained with blood made Scar sick.

"Scar have it"

"No!, I won't get you killed in this place!"

"Scar"

"Arrgghh.. Move your feet useless!"

"Scar, That's Enough!" The girl's voice was high.

Scar turned to look at the girl, and he saw that the two beautiful eyes were wet with tears.

Scar was so sick to see it, that he promised never to make the girl cry. Scar tried to crawl closer to the girl's body. With great difficulty he got up and sat down.

Scar pulled up and clenched the girl's body tightly as if he was about to lose it. The girl returned Scar's embrace and cried, though without a sound. her little sobbing was still heard by Scar.

Scar tried to hold back his tears but couldn't, he let go of his arms and stared fixedly at the girl's face on his lap.

Scar stroked the girl's black hair gently while saying everything would be fine. Although he said so but the truth is their lives are in danger. He tried to lie to himself. Look at how miserable he is, if only he were stronger then something like this wouldn't have happened.

The girl raised her hand and grabbed Scar's cheek and said slowly.

"Scar, you were called that because of this cut on your cheek, right?" Ask the girl gently.

"Yes, this wound is my father's" Scar clasped the hand that was touching his cheek and kissed it.

"You look gallant even with that wound" the girl gave a small smile.

"I told you" Scar smiled faintly.

"Scar, if we meet in the wild. I want us to go on an adventure together again" the girl said it with a quiver at the interlude of the sob.

"No, I won't let you die. I promised Skye I'd take care of you" now Scar's voice is soothing but filled with sadness.

"You've done your best" the girl smiled gently.

The girl took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. Scar's feelings become unpleasant.

"Thank you, Scar. Meeting you means a lot to me." The girl smiled and then closed her eyes, the hand Scar held lost its power.

"Elisa?, Elisha?. Wake Elisha!" Scar doesn't believe this, there's no way this is happening to him. He looked up at the sky with tears. Who would he blame for this?.

"Girlsaa!!" He shouted loudly to the night sky. Elisha would never open his eyes again.

In the sky Only the moonlight and the flickering of stars that accompanied the young man grieved. The cold night wind bears witness and the insects of the night put to each other as if they were sad.

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**Sorry if there is no final update because of the busyness of the author, the work to be done is where.

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Remember!!, heavy work will feel light if left**.