Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 3-2] The Journals of Sailing Towards the Lost Continent

On top of Wanara's bedroom bed, I was content to laugh until I rolled around holding my stomach. What's more, when he saw his frowning face.

How not. Sam figures in the book Alkisah Red Scaly Dragon Pomegranate, although successful to become king of the Capitor kingdom, but even left Princess Asaru married to Kord. An epic ending of a sacrificial story. Maybe this part also makes him scream shockingly the entire class.

"You're laughing?" asked Wanara with a face that was still folded. Sitting in front of the computer table, next to the bed I was in.

"But seriously, buddy. If you're really going in, and playing Sam in this book, it's only natural that the ending is like that." I said with a laugh.

"Damn you!" Throwing a pen on the table, which I tackled using his red book.

Oh yeah, it actually all started with me entering the room with a lot of posters on the wall. The room Wanara called the "Hero Hall". Recently cleaned by Aunt Ran I'm sure, because usually this place is much messier than my room.

Without saying anything else, he handed her a piece of paper with an ugly handwriting. Without seeing the name in the end I knew that the letter was made by Tama. His cousin who is a travel vloger-I follow his channel to be able to ask for souvenirs from the place he came.

While I was still confused by the meaning of the letter, Wanara went on to tell me about her magical experience. Starting from being sucked into a book, meeting a recluse and a person named Kord - whom he unfortunately likens to me. That was the reason why it had been wrong to call my name several times - until the story against the dragon in the castle, until the final battle with the purple-clad witch as its last boss.

I obviously don't believe the story. Even so, there is still a curiosity that encourages me to see the "magic" book Tama gave.

At first glance I read it. Match the point he just told me. It was exactly the same, but it didn't make me believe it. Well, even if you look at his beliefs, it could be a reality.

"I can't say I believe one hundred percent of your story, pal. After all, no one can prove that, right?"

"What if I can prove it?"

I haven't been able to answer her question, she's been spinning around with the chair. Backing me, for the sake of being able to open the desk drawer and get something out of there.

"What if I told you, if I get this, as a gift to finish the story in the book?"

I gawked at the round thing on his finger clapper. Gleaming gold coins, whose surface contained intricate emblems printed neatly.

"That's real gold coin?" I got up and approached, to see it more clearly.

"Yes .. I don't know. I don't know how to distinguish real gold or not. But, it seems ...." Without waiting for Wanara to finish her speech, I took the coin. No matter the protest.

I flipped the coin in my hand. Observe it more closely. I don't know what the symbols on its surface mean, which may be the language of the world - if true Wanara's story. Trying to convince that this coin is really made of real gold.

"Hey! What are you doing!?" pekik Wanara when he saw me bite his gold coin.

He immediately lunged, and curled my neck mercilessly. Making the gold coin I bit, fell on the bed.

"Let go! I just want to test it."

I pushed Wanara's body until she missed the lockdown. A moment took a breath, while watching him grab the coin with his fingertips, then wipe it on my shirt.

"Tick you!" the hardic.

"Hey, it's not like that. I mean just want to try the authenticity of the gold coin. You know, like in the movie scene The Running Dad."

He looked at me with squinted eyes. "Then how? Original or fake?"

"Nngg .. I do not know. I don't know how to tell the difference."

"Silly!" He kicked the edge of the bed. I laugh.

"There's no harm in trying?" kilahku.

"Apart from the original or not the gold coin, now you believe my story?" tanyanya, after putting the coins back into the drawer.

"Eitherway. I'm also not sure if the gold is real or fake. Except ... didn't you just say Tama sent a box of books?"

"No! I know what you want to say, and the answer is; it won't!" His eyes did not blink looking at me as he spoke.

"Small of you! Don't you want to master it yourself?" my brother returned his gaze.

"It's not so, Zack. I told you about that, right? Inside you will really feel a sensation like in the real world. Hungry, cold, even the pain is no different from what we feel here."

"So, you don't believe me and think I'm weak, do you?"

I threw a pillow at him. But he just laughed harder. Goddamnit!

"Hey! You need to remember, I was in elementary school, and the injuries I got were so bad!"

"Look, it happened when we were fifth grade, and only a minor injury to the knee. You fell on grass, not asphalt, Zack." The bastard laughed satisfied while holding his stomach.

"Shut up! I feel it, not you!" I snapped with a breath. "So you won't show me the book? Even if it's true, I won't be afraid of adventure in that world!"

Wanara took a long breath. Stand up and say to me. "All right, but you risk yourself, yeah. Don't blame me if anything happens in there."

I gulped heavily, as I saw Wanara turning towards the wardrobe. Just thought about it now. Real pain, then more pain than a sabre.

Stupid me! Just because of my emotions, and curiosity, I became challenging to enter a world full of danger! Uh, but there is a possibility that what Wanara told me was just his imagination. Aren't you?

"Here we go. Choose one of the books, and take it. I don't know the effect if there are two books active at the same time."

The box contains a thick book of various colors on the floor next to the mattress. Right in front of me.

I stared at the contents of the box. Really hesitant to continue. If it's true what Wanara said, somehow my fate will be.

"Why silence? If you don't dare, let me keep it again."

Hearing that, my emotions immediately boiled. "Who is afraid!? I'm just confused which color to choose!"

I picked up a book with a bright blue cover, as Wanara slowly walked away.

The reason I chose it, is because blue is a cool color. So I thought, the story in it must be more relaxed. Dare bet.

I screamed and threw the book in my hand. Shocked at the feeling that something was creeping in the palm of the hand. Wanara caught him, and returned laughing out loud.

"’Journal Shipping To The Lost Continent’. Well, it seems to be related to the sea." Wanara threw the blue book back at me. "Open up, then follow the instructions that appear there."

I stared at the front cover of this magical book. Got a line of titles - with a gold-colored embossed letter - printed there. Remember me with the details the wanara said at the beginning. Solved thread on the back of a moving book to turn into a title.

"Wan, if I really get into this book, then what about you? Can you still catch up?"

Wanara's expression changed. His mouth was wide open staring at the blue book in the clap of my hand. You know, he's just thinking about it now.

"Well, about that ...."

Everything's quiet. I could still see Wanara's lips moving, but her voice was completely inaudible. It's like someone's been pressing the mute button on the remote.

"Hey, what are you talking about? I can't hear it!" Free. He also seemed to be unable to hear my words.

For a moment we were silent.

I lowered my head, as I saw Wanara pointing towards the book. It turned out that without me noticing, the courtyard opened half an inch in the clappings of my loose hand. Is it possible because our voices are not being heard?

I wanted to take it off because of the growing fear. But, boro-boro wants to take it off, my hand is stuck there.

Masa bodo. It seemed like just by opening this book, the state of mute would come to an end. After all, Wanara kept pointing at this damn book.

"You are Margo Damarion, the great fugitive of the Vajal state. Be on a long run from the hands of the law, which will give you the death penalty. Go as far as possible to gain freedom and seek the truth. There's no retreat on your run.

For you to be Margo Damarion. Touch the pages of the book, then say it out loud, ’aku (name your name) promised with all his heart, soul, and body, to become Margo Damarion the fugitive. Write a story; Journals Cruise to the Lost Continent, to the end, and will not break a promise, no matter what.’

Enter the world of Journals Cruises to the Lost Continent, and happy adventure to the end of the story. Good luck."

I tekuri for a moment the line of sentences composing three paragraphs, which just appear, like written by an invisible pen. Understand what to do, and slowly start chanting it as directed, until it is finished.

Ganging up too, why be a fugitive? It would be cool to be a law enforcement officer ....

Goddamnit! Suddenly my body was pulled tight by magical power. Without being able to fight back, I was brought in crashing through the pages of the book.

Everything then darkened, and slowly my consciousness evaporated. Missing.