Blue Fire: The beginning of a true warrior

Eps 14: Nightmare #3

The next day, at 09:00...

Two days have passed Ace.

I meditate in a stable condition. The atmosphere in Murgs also underwent a slight change. The trail looks wet as if it has been rained out. The petals of the snapdragon flower drip dew beautifully, and the fresh breeze blows with pleasure.

The old man visited Ace there. Everything seems ordinary. However, what he had always asked, why was the path there wet and flower petals also dripping dew ?. The weather in Murgs has never changed. Keep it bright with fresh breeze blowing around. "What is this sign ?" so about his heart.

He looked at the gazebo floor. Apparently, the black circle's small hole was already open. The floor continued to crack and the black circle slowly enlarged. He also thought to check the petals of the flower, still tossed udders in the air.

"Ah ..... why....... black circle opened so quickly ??... it just entered the third day?.." said the old man in his heart.

"......... What nightmare...... will he experience ?..."

The old man kept thinking about Ace's condition....

Meanwhile, in Ace's subconscious, it still remains the same. Strange things are yet to be seen. Ace is still in his position. Just stand up, without feeling tired or sleepy.

The smell of flowers is faintly smelled, but the pain of the throat is increasingly disturbing. Just want to talk, sound like a person with asthma. Her lips are dry, cracked.

At 19:45.....

There was still no awkwardness that Ace felt. Still staring at the empty white world. Slowly, he began to get used to the situation there. While looking around, there might be something strange happening, he thought.

Shortly afterwards, he felt a deep sensation of concentration. It felt pulsating around his head, with an increasingly clear and sharp look.

At 22:45....

The strange things begin to feel. The atmosphere turned warm and very comfortable. The noise of the wind that moves the pepohanan also adorns the surroundings. A feeling very familiar to him.

Suddenly, from the back left, the white-robed man came to disbelieve Ace. Stand right in front of his left ear and whisper ..

"Do you feel right????." asked the white-robed man in a whisper.

Still can not Ace understand, starting from the beginning, what is the meaning of each word white-robed man. Each of his words felt like a clue to what he would face. Then, the man left Ace and just disappeared.

Not too long later, from the right, he saw a ball of knitting thread roll towards right in front of his feet. Ace wondered what was up with that thing. Then, the thread rolled again forward, away from Ace.

Starting from the soles of his feet, Ace continued to watch the thread roll. During that time, the white world slowly turned into a living room with wooden walls. The thread leads to the middle of the living room, and stops, crashing into a chair.

Ace, who was only on the thread at the time, was surprised to raise his gaze, seeing the empty white world turn into a room that was very familiar to him. Yes..the living room in his house first. Warm and comfortable and full of happiness.

Looking into every corner, it made no difference at all. Then, emerging from his right, the woman who was very similar to his mother, walked towards the bench.

The woman ducked down, picking up a roll of knitting yarn that was near the chair.

After which, he walked towards the nearby table, picking up the needle and the half-finished cloth in dark purple. Then he walked again to the chair and sat on it, stretching out the cloth he was holding.

Ace continued to pay attention to the woman he felt was his own mother. Knitting the cloth patiently, with sweat slowly dripping down his forehead. He saw the woman looking for something, turned her head around. It turned out that what the woman was looking for, was a piece of cloth that was only used to wipe away her sweat.

"Hmmm... finally. So hard to knit this. Ha.ha.ha.ha is very untidy. Hmmm.... how will my son's impression later?... hopefully, he likes this blanket made by me.." said the woman while smiling and hugging the blanket knitted.

After hearing those words, Ace's tears flowed down. Unceasingly shed tears. Very unpleasant heart feeling. Just think of her mother's love.

The cloth he knitted, was deliberately not used to wipe away sweat, just because it was for his son, Ace.

Such a deep feeling.

Shortly after, from his left side, Ace heard a knock on the door. Open the door slowly. It's not wrong, it's a man who looks like his father.

The man greeted the woman who resembled his mother, and hugged each other. What a beautiful sight. Sit the two of them, facing each other. They're talking about something. Ace tried to hear their conversation, but couldn't.

Shortly thereafter,...

Baaakkkk.

Ace saw a young man who was very similar to him, wearing a school uniform and putting on a face that was very unpleasant to look at.

The young man walked with hard feet touching the floor of the house, as well as a face that was only straight leading to the door of the room. The man and woman that Ace felt was his own mother's father, shocked by the young man's arrival.

The young man opened the door, and went into the room he felt was his room, and locked the door tightly. The woman stood with an anxious face, slowly stepping towards the door of the young man's room.

At once Ace recalled the incident several years ago, where he scolded his parents. It looks exactly like what he saw. Ace could only cry, regretting his actions. He felt guilty about what he had done to his parents.

Ace kept watching what was happening, accompanied by tears that kept flowing. Sometimes he closed his eyes because he could not see the behavior of the young man who felt, it was himself.

"Uhhh....hu...what's wrong with me???...." said Ace while crying.

"........ *why did I make such a big mistake ??...."

"........ father...... mother...., if we were still together,... I would hug you both.... I will not let go*...."

Meanwhile, in front of the murgs gate....

The old man continued to watch Ace, while walking small, pacing around. He saw, Ace position began to falter. He was increasingly worried also by the increasing width of the black circle. His heart started to get nervous.

Ace, who was inundated with tears, tried to control himself, but felt very heavy. Memories can't be lost from his head. Very deep in his heart.

The pain in the throat is increasing, the fragrance of flowers is no longer smelled. Ace just ducked, avoiding what he saw at the time. He wanted to run away, but it was impossible.

At 02:00....

Slowly everything that happened came back to the way it was, blank white and resounding. Slowly Ace calmed himself down, trying not to get carried away. He took a deep breath, winking a few times.

The old man who continued to watch Ace in front of the gate for hours, was relieved when he saw Ace's position return to normal. The originally wet path, instantly dried up quickly. Flowers filled with dew are now back as they were.

But still imprinted in his mind, the black circle that continued to expand. He was worried, when Ace could not control himself, Ace would fall into the black circle.

To be continued.....