DEATH PASSAGE
Chapter 20 identity
The dawn of
east ended a cold night. Never whispered in Jack's mind would
spend the night in a pretty scary place. Start with a task to
sorting a wooden crate. And ended up with a bloody night. Tens
dead bodies lying lifeless in front of a dark cave. Stiffly clad in morning dew
cold ones.
Jack is still
looking questioningly at the creature lying in front of his eyes. Long time it
looking towards the brown of his skin, making sure that it was indeed a creature that was being
it's a wait or it's just the beginning. Is it really the creature that kills
black bird feather tattooed slave.
“So what
you already know what this thing is” Kelar looked at Jack with hopeful eyes. Men
the big hat also seemed to have been waiting for a long time to ask a question
that's.
Jacks
reply to that gaze “Take the creature out of here, I'll be clear
after” said Jack who showed he did have something
about what the hell is Kelar's question.
Hears
and Kelar did not say that anymore. Kelar stepped closer to the creature
it became the corpse. The hands of creatures that have been crushed are like
bread crumbs, even so the creature's hands did not break. Muscle webs
the thin one was still firmly attached to the arm. Without anyone's help, Kelar
it easily attracts creatures larger than an elephant. Even higher
from giraffe. Doesn't look tired in the least.
That morning
the dew is still thick. It is still very difficult to see clearly what
it's around. Jack sat still. Think about what is suitable for
explain to Kelar what creatures disturb their night.
Whereas
The Pigoun is already sprawled like a corpse. He fell asleep after a fight
fierce. Tired and tired. Even his snoring voice echoed, filling
cave passage.
“Jack, I
wait” says Kelar.
“Baik” says
Jacks. Eyes look carefully at the creature in front of them. “aku
ever heard of a creature called gano” Jack start telling stories. “It's just a myth.
But I'm not sure if it's a myth or not, to be honest with you
it looks similar to what the myth says. Tall, skinny like
mummified, hoofed like a spear and one-eyed. The description is very similar
with this creature. But...” Jack stopped his words. It is true what
what he said. Maybe the myth is real. But it's really a myth
which you could not believe before. But now Jack started thinking,
not all the myths that street storytellers tell us are true
existence.
“But what”
Keller looked curious.
“That creature
just be outside the white wall” said Jack again. current knowledge
Jack has a taste of a street storyteller who visits from one village to another
another village. “How can these creatures be here if they are in
outside the wall” while Jack circled
that creature.
Thick fog
begin to lose exposure to sunlight. And Jack still doesn't know what this is
right or Gano. “This creature is Gano” Jack said seriously. Jack tried
convince Kelar.
Now
a new problem is approaching a day that does not foresee. The slaves died
killed, strange creatures show themselves.
Jack” Kelar seems to have known what Jack said it was just a
essay. “Mah, I just assume it's true” timpal Kelar again.
Jack only
stared. The skin of the creature was slowly burned by the sunlight. That's obvious
this is new to Jack. For the first time he saw strange creatures on fire
besides the vampire nation.
They too
still in a state of wonder and Kelar back on the black tent where he
saving black crate.
Jack too
collecting the bodies of slain slaves. In his galley the ground to bury
the people he had arrested were not helping him.
Kelar has also fallen asleep with Slimin. And Pigoun is still healing himself
by falling asleep anyway. Jack doesn't expect anyone's help. It
someone who can take care of everything on their own.
2 hour
pass and finish it with the black dry ground. Dirty black clothes will
the sand is also black. He stopped and looked at the sky
back blue. But the air there is still cold as an engagement. Jacks
take a long breath.
One by one
he put the bodies into the ground. With an ice-cold look he planted
all the slaves were finished with that jack again remembered the events in the future
then.
A child
a cheerful little girl playing in the field. Run in there
chasing butterflies. The innocent smile was also pure the boy showed. Nun
deep in the wooden chair the man and woman were clinging to him warmly. Waving
happiness hands. A family so beautiful. What's more there is
another life in the woman's distended stomach.
Little brat
I never thought I would have a brother. The boy returned to
the wooden chair where his father and mother waited for him to play. He can see a smile
it was so calm and warm. Hugged him tightly when he came over.
Untook his height, playing flying-flights. Which one is it
it can only be done by birds and fairies. Yet it is as
selfish and small creatures. The boy had a dream of flying
around the world with their own wings.
But happy
it's just pseudo. The boy was lived by his parents. Leave him
in such a terrifying darkness. Silent and silent. Just making friends with stones
blacker. Who would have guessed that little brat with big ideals was over
in the darkness. Caged behind pale iron bars. Even on
at that time it was not even 10 years. He did not celebrate the year in
gelari 10 tofu sakali by the villagers.
That kid
it was also once a person that the villagers believed someday it would
be the one who will save their world. But right now it is
trapped by darkness. He asked whatoun. Wrong as it gets
it is his fault that he was born with beautiful eyes. Or wrong people
others who are not hearted. Kidnap her in a state she was pursuing
the butterfly. Or this is the one butterfly that led the wrong way to her. At
behind the bars, he could only cry and cry. Hope will
came the hero who reached out to him. As the saying goes
storytellers in his village. As the village chiefs say, if in trouble
ask the god for help and he will help. But already
thousands of times the boy asked for tears
saved but there was no hero to help him and the boy.
can only surrender, hoping there is a hero who will save him.
But maybe it happened.
