Legend of the Moon Crystal

Chapter 125 "Will It Die Like This?"

"It's been two weeks that Rema's brother disappeared." The speech was thrown from the lips of the albino who was staring coldly at Rusfeli who was sipping his favorite wine.

Among all the wines, he liked the wine in his hand the most. Giving from a client who a few months ago satisfied with the service of his organization. Selliev ignored manners, slamming the vase beside him until it fell apart. Rusfeli squinted his eyes, staring flat at Selliev.

"Then what can I do?"

Rusfeli's words made Selliev silenced. "If the girl wants to disappear, she can disappear at any time without anyone knowing. If he disappears, he's calming himself down. He needed to introspect himself that what he was doing was an act that could harm the group."

Selliev. "Where are his actions that could harm the group?"

"For many years my teen lived like that. And he's been using his own way for a month. Has he ever been found out? All traces of him did not lead the hunter organization here because the proof was that they had never even set foot tens of kilometers from this place, Mother!"

"Even if they show up this second, what makes Mom think that we will lose is Mom's own weakness. Are you afraid of hunters?"

Rusfeli straightened her lips. "Shut your mouth, Selliev."

Selliev shakes his head. "A grieving mother has no right to rule my life."

"Selliev!"

"Mom is a coward! And I will not be able to escape that fact! If you can't, let me take your place! Come down from your position as the leader of the group and hide forever in your room as you did until your death!"

The girl's breath was hunting. The pair of beads were flushed, and her nose was blooming trying to catch her breath. The emotions he had been craving for all this time were almost in the air, and Selliev could barely contain them. Rusfeli looked at Selliev coldly. The two pairs of beads were fighting each other in a tense situation. If there was someone else there, maybe they could find an electric spark between the two.

Selliev took a deep breath and said with half clenched teeth. Sizzling, "If I find Mom behaving like this again, don't blame me if I do something you won't be able to think about as badly as what the impact will be."

"Remember, Mother. I never mess with my words."

Brak!

He slammed the door just after he finished saying what he wanted to say. Rusfeli looked straight ahead. I don't know what he had in mind, but for sure, it looked very distant and alienated.

...***...

"Hey, please return the basket. I need to gather the medicinal plants and return immediately."

The young man—Asta, stretched out his hand towards where he felt his basket being pulled. His hands waved, looking for things he could not see because of his flaws. There was a voice greeting his hearing. The coldest and creepiest sound he had ever heard and felt, yet it was also a voice that stored a million pains and fears.

"This basket is obsolete."

Asta poked his lips. "You said it five times. Rema, please give it back."

"Rema? That voice ... Did you throw it in the wind?" Asta's voice sounded a little hesitant, but Rema's inertness led Asta to believe that his basket had been thrown by the girl he knew almost two weeks ago.

Asta is speechless. But he can't do anything either. Then, the girl disappeared. There was only silence divided by a wind and the sound of a small animal in the field far from the settlement.

Asta sighed. It's been a whole week that he's been trying to get close to the girl to make friends. But I don't know why it feels so hard. The girl was very secretive, mysterious and almost heartless. When she heard the sound of the bird squeaking softly, in pain, the girl pointed out with her words, that the bird was dying. He explained in great detail how the bird was. The part where the injured, how his position, how he expressed when squeaking in pain.

The girl explained in more detail, to how the bird's last breath.

His words gave Asta goosebumps and carried over to his dream the night he found the bird.

It was a really scary nightmare.

Sighing, Asta gave up on his thoughts and started thinking about how he should get his basket back. Maybe this is one of the girl's pranks, because in fact the girl is always ignorant. Hiding his basket, hiding his cane, sometimes even hiding his medicinal plants.

Asta grabbed his wand, slowly walking towards the lake. There is a small waterfall created from a tributary of the river that flows into the lake beside the rocks. The sound caused by the small waterfall makes Asta know where the lake is located. In fact, the field has been where Asta worked to find medicinal plants for almost two years. He had already memorized very well the place where he could find medicinal plants and dangerous places he should not be in.

Feeling the grass wet by the water, Asta was sure he was already by the lake. The lake juts into half a meter. And after that half a meter, the height of the ground changed drastically. The middle part, if measured can be as deep as eight adults.

Using his cane, Asta began to feel the water of the lake. Trying to find where the basket is. Although it was difficult and the chances of finding it were small because of the flaws, Asta still hoped that he could find his small basket, so that he could collect medicinal plants and sell them to merchants to buy food.

Squatting on the edge of the lake with one hand holding on to a small tree item, Asta did not stop slowly swinging his cane.

In his eyes, it's all dark. He doesn't know where the basket is. But if someone else saw it, it was only a few centimeters away from the end of his stick. Just a little more, and a little more to do.

Tuk.

His smile rose as he felt something hit the end of his wand, and the lake water rippled faintly. That must be the basket. He moved his body a little further forward, in order to grab his basket with his wand, but ill-fated, his hand slipped until he fell into the lake.

Byurs!

The water splashed, and the fall created a sizable wave. Water ripples were created in that lake. Asta tried to swim, but he could not move both hands and feet well in the lake water. His chest felt stuffy and his ears could not hear anything.

At this moment, Asta felt that he was in a void. Nothing could be seen, heard or even felt except the coldness that penetrated into his spine.

"Am I going to die like this?"

Yogurt, LX