Light 1: Sandekala

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Look at his sharp eyes. Staring deeply into both my eyeballs that were both brilliant blue as hers. His face remains invisible. Darkened. So contrast with both eyes that appear lit.

I heard Mom screaming for me. Requesting me back.

I could look at them. Ian was at the front door of the office, blocking my mother from getting close. I know Ian is worried about me too but it looks like he's holding him back. Letting this be all my business.

I turned in front of the black man. The creature extended its arm to me. Dry sleeves covered in ragged black fabric. He nodded his head as if asking me to go with him.

I felt the warmth of this creature.

The warmth that calms my soul.

The good warmth.

It is not the evil warmth of a demon.

I consciously grabbed her long arm.

Touch her.

I held her arm tightly.

Something I shouldn't have done.

But, this warmth was so conciliatory. It's like this is my life and he's my real family.

Duars!!!

Like a bomb that explodes and destroys my heart. As I clasped his arm tightly, I felt like I was electrocuted by thousands of volts. My whole body shook violently. The sting ran from my fingers to every end of my body.

When the sting reached my head, another memory suddenly appeared in my brain. Memories I've never experienced. For a moment but for sure, I saw the face of a woman. With gray eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair.

No more than a second of the incident took place. But it felt like so long.

My eyes are yellowing.

My head's dizzy.

My view is blurred.

I collapsed.

Half-conscious, I could hear their voices.

Mother ...

Father ...

Ian ...

my brothers ....

Their voices echoed quietly along with my body drifting away from them.

Someone took me.

He kidnapped me.

Why are you bothering me?

Why did you kidnap me?

I am not a child ....

I don't know where I am. Clearly I was standing in the middle of the wilderness. The trees stretched as far as the eye could see and a clear twilight light burst in through the crevices of the towering pine trees.

There's a lot of black ash here. Cover every leaf of the trees and make them dark black.

De Javu's!

I'm sure this is a dream. My dream is repeated.

A girl hugged me from behind. She cried. I've never met that girl. But, it seems like he knows me well. I removed her arms that were coiled around my stomach and turned around to see her face more clearly.

She's not the red-haired girl that comes in every dream. What I saw in front of me was an adult female figure. Gray-eyed, shoulder-length blonde hair, and European face.

She was wearing a white T-shirt plated in a light blue sweater with a long white skirt embroidered with tulips.

I wonder who he is?

He smiled at me but looked sad.

"Son, I am your mother ..," he said softly.

I'm amazed.

Who the hell is he?

Why did she admit she was my mother?

I looked carefully at the woman's face. After a long time I looked at him, I realized something. His face looks like mine! Or, it could be me alone who looks like him!

Could she?

The thought immediately popped into my head. Maybe my suspicions have been right all along.

"Mother .. Is it true that you are my real mother?" many ensure.

"Yes, Son. I am your mother. The mother who gave birth to you" she said.

He hugged my body tightly. I don't care if it's a dream or an imagination. But my heart believes that all of this is true.

She's my real mother.

I hugged him tightly.

"Why did Mom go? Why did you leave me?"

My tears wet his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, son. Mother ... forced."

"Why, Mom?"

He didn't answer.

The crying that had sounded was now silent.

I let go of my embrace and I saw his face well. Slowly his face began to fade. His body started to faint until in the end the figure disappeared like ashes being blown away by the wind.

The background of the black forest in this dream turned increasingly dense.

An incandescent lamp hung on top of my head.

Illuminate my body.

The longer the light felt the more it burned my head.

I'm boiling my brain in my head.

The electric shock came back.

It's running from my brain.

Towards the end of the hair.

Fingers hands.

Toes.

And it ends in both balls of my eyes.

With a flash the room turned white, glare, and a big screen appeared before me like a television channel that was hit by a disturbance.

The video image on the screen was faint. Two pairs of legs were walking up the mountain. One woman's leg and the other is a man's.

The video shows them behind their back. A large backpack hung on the man's back. While the woman holds a baby. Baby with gray eyes.

The camera moves around their bodies. Record each step of those who walk down the river. Then expose the faces of both of them.

That woman was the one who claimed to be my mother and I didn't recognize the man's face. The man was like a Japanese, light brown squinty eyes. Same with the color of her hair.

The two of them continued walking until they finally arrived at a cave-up from the river they were after.

The man took out his backpack. Take out all sorts of weird things

Five-color jade.

Jars as big as a hand.

The cylindrical bottles contain a variety of color liquids.

Kris.

Incenses.

Sesajen.

Performance knickknacks.

The man drew a symbol. A black star in a red sun that flared on a white cloth covering an area of one square meter.

Five jade stones were placed in the five corners of the star.

The baby that the woman was carrying was placed in the middle of it.

The man chanted some kind of spell. That's not human language. I've never heard of it.

As he spoke, the man sprinkled a strange powder in an urn on the body of the baby who had fallen asleep and was now awake and crying. Instead of calming the baby, they left. Leaving the baby alone in the torch-lighted cave.

The cry of the baby echoed in the cave. Inviting other creatures to come near him.

After the pair of humans came out of the cave, another figure appeared right in front of the baby.

He embraced.

Put him in his lap.

Looking at the baby's face.

The baby's cry vanished as Sandekala puffed something out from behind her hood like a bluish-white smoke burning. Then, the baby's initially gray eyes turned brilliant blue.

I wonder what is this?

What does all this mean?

What does that creature want to tell me?

Why did he show me all this?

The video footage began to appear faint before finally dying.

"You are mine ..," the voice wafts in my ear.

"What do you mean?" my many.

Although I don't see anyone in this room but I know who's talking.

"Your parents have given me your soul!" the answer.

"What?! I don't understand what you're talking about!"

"They're both your real parents!"

I can't deny that my face looks like the two of them. My nose, my lips, my hair are similar to that of the Japanese man. My face shape and skin color are similar to that of the woman. Only my eyes are not similar to the two.

"If that's true, why did my own parents abandon me, sacrifice me, and give me my soul to you?"

"You don't need to know what your parents did. But clearly, they owe me. And I want you!"

I collapsed.

Sitting on the floor.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

It's all so confusing.

I want to ask you thousands of questions. But no more questions were recorded for me to ask.

My feelings are mixed up.

Baffled.

Angrier.

Piqued.

Hates.

Disillusioned.

Mournfully.

"Why?" one word that represents my thousands of questions. I wish I had a clear explanation from him.

"This is your destiny. I've been waiting for you for 16 years. I gave you that long grace period. I should have taken your soul back then. When your parents gave you to me. But ... Your mother broke the agreement we had agreed to. Now I want you. There's a piece of mine in your body anyway. And I asked him to come back! With your soul!"

I know what that means.

My eyes are not mine! This is his.

"What if I don't want to give my soul to you?!"

"There's no point in you saying that! You are already in my grasp! No one will help you!"

The creature was standing behind me. Hugged my body tightly. His right arm gripped my chin, lifted my head up and he inhaled my breath. Over time I started to cramp. Something slowly came out of my mouth and nose. Like light, transparent, bluish white. My soul will be sucked by it!

"Danny!" yelled a girl.

His voice echoed.

The dark place in an instant turned bright.

A sharp object shot over my face like an arrow.

Evilis Naifu's.

It stuck it in Sandekala's head that ensnared me.

In a matter of seconds, the creature was reduced to ashes. I fell to a hard surface. As I looked around, I was on the rock of the table.

I saw that Shanty and his grandmother were not far from me. The darkness of the forest is illuminated by the thousands of stars that decorate tonight.

"Danny! Behind you!" shout Shanty.

Another sandekala approached me. Not just one or five or ten but hundreds. They're riding the black forest.

The Sandekalas climbed each other up the rock. Race to get me.

Suddenly a light shot into space. This time I know where it came from. That wand. The golden-headed stick belonging to Shanty's grandmother let out a light as she lifted it up.

The light shot into space like a rocket and exploded. Split the light into small pieces. Those bits of light fell down like earth-shattering meteors. The light rained down on the Sandekalas. Explosions after explosions were heard as the light touched the form of Sandekala along with the destruction of their bodies.

Time and time again, the light illuminates space

Light up the dark black forest.

Making the Sandekalas crumble.

They scream.

They're howling.

They're shrill.

The longer they keep their ears open.

A screech filled with sorrow and suffering.

Behind that roar of demonic tribulation, I can hear another voice.

The voices of frightened children asking for help out of nowhere.

"Sister help us!"

"Free us!"

"We're scared!"

The screams of crying, of suffering, and their pain ringed in my head. I don't know if it came from the Sandekalas, or the children they've kidnapped.

As much as I can, I close my ears.

Can't do.

I can't take it anymore.

I'm weak.

I'm ill.

I fell unconscious.