The Forgotten Sins

Myth of the East Swamp

“ARGH.” A child wriggled on a small bed from a piece of white cloth that was sandwiched between two poles.

The dasyat shock just now was shocking, moreover this cloth-like floating place was completely unbalanced. Just now he was about to open his eyes when the second shock came back and made the back of his neck feel pain.

“Ssshh....,” she touched the white bandage that coiled from neck to shoulder.  

“Where is this?” 

He circulates his gaze around while remembering what really happened. The decoration of this room is so strange, the coproh is like a nest of criminals and the whole building feels moving.

Or maybe he really moved, the proof was that he almost fell because of the shock. Or is it just in his mind? but from the structure of the building that looks short, it could be in a ship. But why was he on the boat? 

 “What happened exactly?” mumbling slowly.

He woke up trying to approach the door leaf, his neck felt severe throbbing and if moved a little pain spread throughout the body. Even when breathing in there seemed to be cold flakes that wanted to tear his chest.

BRUK!!

In the fifth step, he could no longer continue and fell on his stomach on the floor.

“Daddy.., I.. in.where?” those words just came out of his mouth along with tears.

An authoritative handsome face that continues to emit a light of warmth at all, a smile that always vibrates all of his soul like matching the light of his own kara.

“Dad.”

But a black shadow appeared, a strong storm teased everything even the light was gone. There remained a bitter reality when the indifferent gaze of her coveted eyes accompanied every step in her life story. Not even reluctant to the storm was growing seeds of disappointment that damaged his clear soul getting worse. Only the cold remains.

“No, he's not here. I have to fight alone.” A bitter and cold smile was engraved on his face that was bowed deeply.

While both of his eyes looked down but pointed far away somewhere.

“Kony!”

“He's not here, never will be, never will help. Me and Rezon won't entrust her with anything anymore.”

He recalls when the criminals******* entered his little cabin and treated Rezon like an animal and he didn't come, even to save Rezon?

“Payahh!!” His heart was clenching to no idea what.

This time either the pain or the pain did not change anything, like an army of the undead he rose again to his feet. While something warm flowed around his wound and fell on his shoulder.

He walked forward, an intimidating cold glint emanating from the surroundings. Without further ado he turned the doorknob in front.

“Rezon!!”

•••••

BRAKK!!

Axton nudged the wall beside him so hard that the entire room trembled. With a breath he grabbed a bottle of water and drank it uncompromisingly.

“Huahh...” He breathed as hard as he could and wiped the spilled water on his face earlier.

“Again, dream?” his inner.

His chest tightness arising from the dream was coupled with a deep feeling in the middle of his chest, but deeper. Pain, disappointment, sadness, anger, regret, whatever the name is as if slashing everything aggressively, said another bar-bar. Unimagined what in the body actually has a lot of bloody wounds akinat weapons of this taste that is so misleading. Dead but not dead, no comfort there.

He buried his face behind the pillow, wanted to hurt himself as badly as possible or screamed like crazy. 

“SIALANN!!” Bite him while biting his lips until injured and his blood flowed down his chin.

Instantly, a cold aura emanated from the body of Axton, as if it could freeze someone's blood if it approached. While his own chest seemed to be frozen, up and down quickly irregularly and his fingers were clenching trembling.

“Ahhh.” Again Axton could only sigh to remove his crazy lust to stab from with a dagger.

It is ridiculous, it is not a healthy desire but it has been influenced by despair and demons. But that kind of thing was a way out for the Axton who was a persistent fighter, as opposed to the previous napsu. Instead of relieving, the pain must be so-so.

TRKC.. TRUCKLOADS..

Axton fell silent, his gaze only nailed to all the movements of the little bird that just swirled on the ceiling. Because he never found a way out, the bird perched on the door making Axton felt sorry. He then rose from the bed holding his hand forward, and it did not take long for the bird to move to perch in his arms. 

“Poor Birds.” Axton whispered while stroking the bird's soft feather and sat back on the bed.

Suddenly the little bird flapped its wings right in front of its face and flew towards the window. He smiled flatly as if he had signaled that the bird had taken the right path, but instead of flying out the bird even perched on the window sill looking at Axton with eyes as big as his peanuts. 

Axton's sister furrowed her eyebrows in surprise, but somehow related when she saw the behavior of this bird she was reminded of the myth that her juniors talked about.

“Eastern swamp.” Mumbled.

The door of the infirmary was opened a little softly wide, then a voice of a man greeted him.

“Axton!”

Apparently the little bird was shocked and flew high leaving Axton Brother who was silent following the direction of his flight. After the death of the little bird, Axton turned to look at the boy who greeted him earlier.

“Nega.” Said Brother Axton coldly.

“Olio told me to check on you, but it turns out you're okay. So yes already.” Said the brother who greeted just now in a pretentious style.

Axton did not show any reaction, he just shifted his position a little and turned his face to the window.

“Hey, why are you quiet!” Excited Brother Nega emotion.

“You what?” kak Axton asked honestly because he didn't know what Nega was expecting.

“As listed in my first sentence, I asked ‘How are you?’”  Replied Nega because his friend was not sensitive at all.

“Good.” Answer Axton Briefly. 

At that moment the spirit of Kak Nega floated far into space.

“Jeez Axton.., is it hard to speak more than four words?” asked Nega while patting his eel..

“A few months ago, your nature has improved. But why sekrang..,” 

“Owh.., are you okay, or are you depressed. Ax-ton?” asked Nega.

Those words successfully carved a wry smile on the lips of his interlocutor.

“Crue? Look at those eyes of mine!” Said Brother Nega crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Let me tell you something funny!” Brother Nega walked over and sat right next to Sister Axton.

“You know the silly myth about east swamp?” ask Nega again to start the story.

“Ya.” Said Axton like a sucker but actually from earlier he listened to every word of his friend enthusiastically.

Especially this one, just now he thought about this myth. Now Brother Nega has come to bring more complete information.

“Yesterday, a boy came home with a body trembling in fear because he had seen a large tall figure dressed as black and a snake tattoo on the back of his hand. Though it was just like that, but he was already like a person in heavy shock. So frightened the child did not want to eat and did not want to go out of the room. Weird right?”  said Kak Nega briefly know that this one friend does not like something long-winded except with Rezon.

“Blood also.” Kak Axton's response so satisfied grin engraved on Kak Nega's face.

“Iya.., initially it was only a game but now the game was a disaster.” Reply Brother Nega tried to find a response from Sister Axton.

“Guru already handle?” axton began to be interested.

“No, this was not reported to Master because now he is very busy dealing with the attack Miss Meyl.” Answer Brother Nega.

“Hmm.., so.” Said Axton less satisfied.

“Actually I really want to have a long chat with you. But like I said, the teacher was busy, so I had to go help her. Yes, da Axton!”  Brother Nega passed away while waving his hands.

Brother Axton replied briefly, his eyes moving in the footsteps of Brother Nega until it disappeared. 

“Slar?” muttered.