Love Barrels And Werewolves

Removing Memory Barrel

"What have you done to him?" Aira refrained from hitting Irly who seemed calm.

"What do you mean?" ask Irly, pretending not to know.

Feeling already on the threshold, Aira hit the door hard. Teak wood that should be resistant to blows now looks hollow.

"You!" Hands clenched. "You did that to him, didn't you?" Aira was still trying to calm down. Although from the look of the eye can not be hidden if he is worried.

Unhappy with Aira's harsh attitude towards her, Irly confirmed the seat before looking at the man intently.

"If so, why?" said the woman. With a very deep breath, the view he threw out in any direction. "I warned you, Aira."

Aira's jaw is getting hard. The veins in the neck are becoming clearer. While both of his eyes were already reddened withstanding the flames of emotion that might soon be uncontrollable.

Trying to restrain herself, Aira squeezed her fingers tightly. His eyes stared intently at Irly. But he could not vent anger just because of the burden of Fantasiana he was carrying.

If the elder did not have a debt with the snow wolves, it was certain that Aira would attack Irly indiscriminately.

After a moment of cursing at each other through gazes, Irly got up from sitting down. This time it was not close to Aira, but rather towards the table with some objects on it.

Irly rubbed the table while walking slowly. Sometimes he glanced at Aira who was still silent not talking. "There's not much I did to her, Aira," the woman said.

He slowly walked towards Aira. "He's lucky enough because all I've done is keep him away from you, not kill him."

The mounting emotions could no longer be held back by Aira. He looked at Irly with his hands clenched ready to launch a punch. Until the moment the last sentence sounded, Aira lost her patience.

Brak!

A punch was struck by Aira with all his might. Making Irly glare, surprised by what Aira did. "You're pretty lucky. Maybe next time I really hit you in the face." After saying that, he passed from in front of Irly, having left a punch mark on the innocent wall.

While Irly was still sculpting on the spot, Aira had already rushed to move towards all places in search of Laras.

Aira is not alone, there is always Kevin and Vicky accompanying. Two friends understand the root of the problem. If he asked for the help of others it would only be more troublesome.

"I know that Princess Irly is a crafty woman, but I didn't expect that she would go this far" Vicky said as she ran to balance Aira's steps.

Kevin agrees. He also did not expect that Irly would do something this fast to Laras. Although he did not want to interfere, but seeing Aira change made him give a little space to the woman.

"What's your plan, Aira? Irly's daughter couldn't have kept quiet after this." Kevin chiming.

Aira flinching. He also continued to think about the bad possibilities that could have happened. But despite all that, Baras safety is the main one.

Still with a straight forward look. Aira said, "I won't let him get hurt. I've decided to do that."

At the same time, Vicky and Kevin's eyes are rounded.

"Don't ...." Kevin's words came to a halt, only one possibility he had thought of. "You're really gonna do it?"

Along the river. A woman still survives with her remaining energy. I don't know how many liters of water he drank, but his stomach felt very bloated.

Rain continues to fall, the current does not immediately improve. Under these conditions there was no hope for him to survive. Even after his body hit the stone many times.

But this time the water did not want to be friendly with Laras. Instead of taking the woman to the bank, the river flow just made her consciousness slowly disappear.

All dark. Even cold water is no longer felt. With a life expectancy that was not left, Laras closed his eyes.

Slowly the rain leaves the clouds. The sky warmed again after a few hours and offered a long dark. The river is not as bad as it was.

Under a shady tree with a banana leafbed, a woman lay helplessly in a clothes that had been removed. His body was covered with freshly dried animal skin. While next to him, a man stared anxiously.

Slowly Baras coughed, long enough until he finally opened his eyes.

Laras observed around with a still faint view. Stranger place, nothing he knew.

Slowly he regained his memory. About the flood that brought him drifting, then he did not remember anything else.

"By the line." The man beside her called out, but the woman there was not yet convinced it was real or just a mere illusion. "Wheel. Are you conscious?"

Only then did Laras be sure. He turned his head, the man at the side looked teary-eyed. "Lion" he said weakly.

Barrel tried to get up, but the bruises all over the body were excruciating.

"Lay longer" said Lion while helping Laras return to his original position. "I'm sorry."

Hearing him Laras immediately turned his head. He did not understand what Lion said. Sorry for what?

"I'm sorry, Laras. It's all my fault." Tears flooded Lion's face. The man was crying, unable to see his woman hurt by it.

But although Laras did not understand too much, he gave a little space. He raised his hand to caress Lion's face. "It's not your fault. Stop blaming yourself, okay?"

Still in his tears, Lion grabbed Laras' hand. Grasping them tightly before they might never be together again.

When the two began to calm down, Lion gave the already dry Laras clothes. "I'm sorry for not being able to fix the torn one" he said, feeling guilty.

In response to that, Laras smiled and nodded. "Thank you for drying it out."

Afterwards, Lion carried Laras' body. They walked through the forest long enough to get home. Although Laras' body was sick, the woman still felt happy just by the presence of Lion by his side.

Until when the feet stepped countless, they finally arrived. The house that Laras missed was already visible in plain sight.

But not yet at home, Lion has dropped Laras. The man sat him on a large rock.

Lion was silent, staring at Laras with mixed feelings. Guilt, worry, and despair made her tears flow again.

"What's going on, Lion?" ask Laras not understand.

"I'm sorry, Laras. I should have prevented it from starting."

The forehead is shrinking confused. "What exactly is it. Tell me to understand."

But there is no other sentence that Lion said other than an apology. The man sniffled. After a while, he placed his hands on the head of Laras.

"I'm sorry, Laras. Forget everything, assume I've never been in your life." Lion began to draw memories of him. "After this, you'll lose your memory of me."

Then after the entire memory was withdrawn, Laras' body instantly collapsed. The woman fainted again.

As for Lion, he was sitting limp with a great sense of guilt. He was heartbroken, desperate, not wanting to part from Laras. However this is the only way to pull the woman away from Irly's game and the werewolf rules.

"I love you. I'm sorry."