Love Barrels And Werewolves

The Real

On a wooden couch facing the river, a woman sat daydreaming. His eyes were wet, but the rain did not fall from last night. His sight was flying between the wind. If he could, he wanted to melt and fly like scattered dust. He wants to go somewhere, but he doesn't know where.

While beside him, some fish and vegetable dishes seem to get colder since they were served a few tens of minutes ago. Not that he was not hungry, but his heart was sure that someone else was coming. Although, in fact, there is absolutely no.

The barrel stared at the two freshly fried fish, lying on the same plate. If remembered, he should have cooked one tail only. For from the past few days no one has accompanied him to eat.

A long sigh came out as it stared at the slowly disappearing rice smoke. "That's stupid of you, Laras. Why cook this much food. Who wants to spend it?" I mean, monologue to myself.

But even so, he still filled an empty plate with rice and vegetables. When the fish was taken, his hand suddenly stopped. The woman's eyes stared straight ahead, her mind recalling someone. Before long he regained his senses, sighing before finally taking the fish.

This lunch felt so quiet. Silence, voidness was clearly all around Laras. Even the rice that used to taste so delicious after gardening, now there is absolutely no good. It is not the food that brings pleasure, but rather who it eats with.

"He's coming back, right?" He asked for the umpteenth time.

Since the incident last noon, now only a stretch of dense forest that is always clear at all times. Feelings of guilt, worry, anxiety, and others like being put in one pot and then boiled together. Fuggy, a lot of tightness that fills the chest.

The days are like a loss of energy. It seems that being together with Lion for a while really made him fall asleep. Shouldn't he be happy that the werewolf is gone and not back?

"Eitherway. It's like there's an empty hole in here" said Laras, holding his left chest.

As the memory rotates its togetherness with Lion, suddenly the corner of the eye feels wet. Tears that should have been reduced a lot are now back flowing profusely. But coinciding with that, he immediately wiped his cheeks, wiping away the water that came down.

"Lion, you're such a jerk!" he said, thinking of some questions that have not been asked. "How dare he leave after saying it all."

Tears are growing, Baras is sobbing. Rather than feeling ill, Lion's departure left many things that made him cramped. He had not even realized his own feelings, and now it was too late.

That man will never come back.

***

While in a kingdom after passing through forests and mountains.

The party had been raging for three days and three nights. Not without cause, but the queen who was rejoicing because the prince was found. Even in a state of memory that is not yet fully intact.

In the courtyard of the palace, the usually dim lighting became full along the corner. While humans are seen huddling, partying and dancing as much as possible. After a month of grief, Fantasiana finally regained her prince.

However, a festive party does not necessarily make the new prince arrive feel happy. The feeling is still uncertain, while in the heart like there is a big hole created.

Although slowly his memory returned, in fact the prince could not confirm who he really was.

Inside a very spacious room, prince Aira sat staring at the window, looking at the hubbub outside without taking part. He felt very lucky after being rescued by a pack of wolves when the bear attacked.

When Aira was still pecking at the edge of the window, the door of the room opened. Two men of her age entered.

"We've called you so many times and you didn't say anything, Aira" Kevin said as soon as he and Vicky walked in.

Hearing that, Aira turned around. "It looks like I'm not used to the call yet" he said, still feeling unfamiliar with his birth name.

Vicky patted Aira's shoulder. "But you have to get used to it. Aira is your name."

Aira fell silent. His memory still stops. During this time he was called Lion, and suddenly changed his name to Aira, the prince in the land of Fantasiana. Isn't it very sudden?

"Swimming, Aira. We'll help you restore your memory." Kevin cheered, supported by Vicky who immediately nodded in agreement.

Since Aira, the man just nodded. He thought about accepting the truth. Although deep in the heart, Baras still often meets.

After the party lasted three days, the kingdom finally returned to its original state. The situation began to calm down, the activities of Fantasiana residents also began to normal.

While Aira was still trying hard to remember everything. Even since he met Irly, his memory still stalled on the flower-seller woman, Laras.

Irly came out with a disappointed look. He who was very happy to hear Aira came home and managed to meet, in fact must be forgotten and unknown. However, the woman tries to be conscious, if her fiance has not recovered after going missing.

"You really don't remember it?" kevin asked, as they sat on a boulder near the border.

Aira was silent at first, but eventually nodded in agreement.

Finding that, Kevin sighed. Vicky was just disappointed.

"He's your fiance."

Coinciding with the ending sentence, Aira's eyes were perfectly rounded. He doesn't even remember being engaged.

"Tu-fiancee?" aira said in disbelief. Kevin and Vicky are interrupting together. "So I've got a fiancee?"

"Technically, yes."

Aira looked at Vicky. "But I don't feel like it."

Hearing Aira's confession, Vicky and Kevin looked at each other. They realized that their friend had lost his memory. But they do not think that what is lost is not only memory, but the nature that has been attached.

Kevin patted Aira's shoulder. He can't say much or explain. Just saying slowly everything will go back to how it was.

As the night sky grew darker. The moon appears in one piece. Tonight is the time.

Slowly but surely. The air suddenly fogged. Samar, the dark forest is getting darker. In fact, the moon that hangs light should increase illumination. But not in Fantasiana, a place where werewolves will howl loudly at each other when the full moon arrives.

No exception, a man who still lost his memory. Slowly his body changed, fangs and sharp claws dangled, feathers filling the entire body.

When the full moon was at its peak, a loud howl was thrown just like that.

But it doesn't stop there. The full moonlight took away all the memories of that time, now returning them.

Suddenly various memories appeared in Aira's head. About his childhood, wounds, and complacency as a werewolf prince. Also about Irly, the woman he will marry without thinking about love or not at all.

Aira stared until her body changed. He was pensive, the memory was clearly nothing vague. After a long silence, he turned to look at the shadow reflected above the water.

"Is this the real me?"