Dark Autumn's
04. About
Woody Hill has a legend, where in ancient times there was a group of people who got a curse from the ruler. They go through each day with no direction. Living but not hungry, not having a pulse, blood that warms their bodies; pale. And never aged goods even though the age continues to change after centuries.
While dead but their bodies really still exist, just like humans in general.
His brain seemed to be swayed by information that he had underestimated some time ago. He again searched for information on another portal that in fact all the contents of the summary were the same. Lea let out a frustrated grunt and threw her smart square in annoyance.
Even the young man's speech was still clearly ringing in his eardrum. It never disappeared, even though it had been more than three days.
"But this is not an illusion! You'll see it all come true if we stick together! "
His shine rotated on the curtain that began to move because of the wind blowing from the forest which was not far from the house he lived in. His small steps were back on the balcony.
Standing while staring at the house that looks lonely across the river. There was no sign the young man would appear as suddenly as the other day.
"That's our place! But this is where we actually live!"
The speech made her breath stifle violently, making her cough up to cower in fear with her face flushed red. How far would he go to find such a scary thing.
His memory was again raised about a magnificent castle shrouded in thick fog, the boisterous sound of the castle dwellers as he set foot through the stretch of the door. Really, the memory is like being imprinted and played back without asking.
His father wouldn't tell him anything either. His heart throbbed even more when he remembered the young man's speech at the end of their meeting."You are my destiny! You're the one who's gonna erase all this curse! Only you!"
Lea crumpled the clothes right on her chest, water as clear as a well flowing down her cheeks. How could all this end up with him. Then he mumbled slowly, "It's impossible... That's impossible!"
The discordant sound rang out, gently rubbing the tears that wet his cheeks, then bringing his torso back to his feet even though it was fragile.
But he was again surprised by the sound of the bedroom door creaking open, featuring the figure of the father carrying a box of his favorite chocolate. Indeed, only dark and melted square food in the mouth is able to calm all the thoughts that hit it.
Lea pulled both corners of her lips slowly, making the conclusion of a fake smile that revealed a row of white teeth.
"Papa holiday? "
The man just nodded slowly, offering a box of chocolate that he carried with a famous brand from one of the famous factories throughout the country.
For some reason, Lea erased her entire smile instantly, then threw an intense glance at the father. Want to know how far the father knows about the village where he lives now.
"You feel at home here? "
"Eummmm... But surely papa knows better if I want to stay in the city! "
Making the two throw a smile at each other, the father knew very well if the Princess just wanted to run and return to the city, but could not because there was no vehicle that he could use to go.
"Pa, I want to ask you about one thing! "
"Say! " The quick answer he threw while re-opening right at the crease mark and reading the thick book about surgery.
"Is this village really a cursed village?"
The father was silent, stagnant. His fingers that had been flipping through the book sheet stopped for a moment. Even the coldness of the air that increasingly battered the bodies of the two could not be interpreted. The bead links are both more illegible.
The father now carries his torso to the front where his daughter is, giving significant presence.
His father also did not want to give a stigma that makes his daughter shrivel even though he knew if his daughter was a little daring; coward.
"Papa doesn't know about it! Did you read on a news site on the internet? "
The girl nodded steadily as she bowed, but again raised her gaze when the voice of the father's honey returned to her dragon senses.
"Then what do you think? Do you believe it? "
"Your father kept a big secret from you! " The voice of the baritone was again ringing, making Lea stab the father's bead with a nyalang look. How hard is it to open an unlocked drawer? Lea kept trying to get herself to get something in there. In his own way.
"What if Lea says... Lea believe??! "
The father was stunned, he realized something had happened to his daughter. It was as if cold air was sipping all of his consciousness, standing paled like someone on the verge of death.
"You will know the meaning of the word rune embedded in your name! " That voice again interrupted all the working systems of his brain, Lea hated it like this. But can't do anything.
His eyelids were heavy, he had been awake for almost twenty-four hours without even shutting down for a minute. Not everything is okay, he said. His father remained silent, a voice that kept bothering him. He felt like he could go crazy if he continued like this.
The long gone insomnia came back, her pupils were shaking. He did not want to fall back into the same hole, a dark period that almost brought him to a mental rehabilitation facility. No, he didn't want that to happen.
And in the next minute, everything faded. Lost together closed a pair of beautiful beads into the dream realm. That would probably bring him in a peaceful atmosphere, or even more terrifying.
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Tonight, accompanied by a quiet sound from the air conditioner that Lea was still turning on because she felt the weather was a little hot. Different from the days before. His fingers danced on a computer keyboard board, his brain busy composing word for word to summarize a sentence that was readable.
He also heard faintly the sound of the television lighting up with a rather loud volume. His mom and dad might be looking at the news or if not, maybe a movie playing off a DVD.
His mood was calmer, he also did not find the young man appearing these few days.
Followed by the sound of a house bell that suddenly clinks. Wh who? It has been two weeks since their move to this house, only today there is someone who rings the house bell.
Suddenly the door of the room with a temperature of 20° centigrade occupied by Lea opened slowly. The mother who walked slowly and patted both of her shoulders hesitated.
"Someone looking for you? "
No, he doesn't even have any friends here. The net saw the clock, seven o'clock over fifteen minutes. Or maybe...
"Why don't you tell my mom if you already have such a handsome boyfriend? "
The look on his mother's face turned seductive, which even Lea herself did not know what the mother said. He just frowned and stopped his fingers that had been pressing the keys on the keyboard.
Come on, don't joke like this? Who suddenly came and claimed to be her lover.
"He even brought his parents here baby! Hurry up, clean yourself up! Wear polite clothes, because you don't want your prospective mother to run away to see their future daughter-in-law's mess like this!"
I swear by anything, Leah did not understand what the mother meant.
"Mom, they must have the wrong house! I don't have any wealth-"
Not finished his words, the mother and Lea were fixated on the figure standing on the doorstep. Val.
"You... "
"Hi, why don't you come down? My mom and dad are waiting for you! "
Damnit damnit! He really came here!
Lea cussed irritatedly with her jaw hardened, she also found her mother was just smiling. Then whisper "Mama think should go down and meet his parents! "
The twitching of the mother's eyes made Lea's blood boil. While presenting a thin smile has no meaning, Lea then stared fiercely at Val. Wishing all this madness was just a dream. A dream that will disappear with the first breath when he wakes up.
Curious and painful, Lea hoped much for her father. Hoping for the man to pull her away from a bitter reality that is playing with her life in the name of a curse.
Lea rolled her eyeballs lightly as she watched the young man step in, slashing the distance between the two of them, whispering. "Now are you ready to release us? "[]
