The Journey of Eternity

The Fire Maid

The wind blows through the trees in a forest, the trees are only filled with the color of twilight without any coolness that can be felt. In a small hill, a man in a long black suit was sitting pensively under a tree while staring at the blue sky dotted with clouds around him.

A moment later, someone approached from a distance with a tray full of food and a glass of drink inside. The man with long blonde hair and a girth white suit and long jens pants, smiled warmly at him.

“I waited a long time and you didn't come back? it's time to eat, Mr...”.

“Thank you, Leo.”

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In the darkness of the night of a small town, a boy with his blonde hair walked slowly through every house around him. A small horn adorning the head, stood out among his short hair. The rain on the head makes the rice feel tight because it is so swift.

The dirty blood that enveloped his body was slowly wiped away by the rushing rainwater. Shows the remains of bruises that filled part of his body. His small steps felt so heavy with increasingly unitary breath, looking back and forth looking for shade.

Arriving in a small house so quiet. Dragging his already not strong body, approaching that place to shelter. His already so weak body, was lying on the ground right then and there. Eyes that feel heavy bring sleep so quickly. When the sun was so dazzling, he opened his eyes and saw a tree protecting him sleeping.

“I'm not dead anymore, yes..?” he said with a disappointed impression.

As he glanced at both of his hands, right from behind there was already something darting so fiercely towards him. He turned his back and avoided as much as possible. But unfortunately, something had already exploded right in front of his face and was banging himself on the ground. A group of people had already run not far from where they were with heavy weapons in their hands.

With a grimace full of pain in his head, he tried to lift his body and moved to escape. But again something has blocked his path. A long chain with a round iron struck right beside him standing. The chain severed itself and twisted its legs before the child had time to move even a little.

There were five men hidden from under the hood of his robe, standing in a circle and besieging around him.

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Sitting pensively under a tree, a man daydreamed by staring at the overcast sky hanging overhead. At the edge of the hill, he sat leaning back with a bad face. A blank look represents a bad feeling in the head. Not long after, drops of water fell on his nose and broke the daydream inside him. Slowly began to wet the black coat he was wearing.

He woke up, slowly lifting his body to leave. I don't know what really happened, a faint smile scratched on his lips and walked away.

On the way under the drizzle, the birds chirped with the cool breeze blowing, brushed off her rather long hair adorned with green horns looming over her forehead.

“How long should I wait again, Miss Ely?” He mumbled gently while looking back.

In the same smile, the man again continued his steps out from within the forest. The moving air that brushed off his body, suddenly felt warm and the birds started flying irregularly. There was a big explosion not far from him, but the man seemed to not care much and continued his steps.

Until a glimmer of light so quickly broke through him that it was struck far back. There was clearly a breath of gasping right next to him. Captured behind him, a little boy with blond hair and a pitch-red horn that shone for a moment. The man's gaze was moved by the burns and bloody wounds that filled the child's entire body.

On the other hand, two male figures had already walked slowly approaching them from a distance.

“Hei! Can stay away for a while, you can die if it blocks me!” knock on one of the men walking on the left side.

A sword shot out from the hand of the man standing on the right side along with the ending of his friend's sentence. Without the slightest chance to sniff, the sword had already floated before the face of the man in the black suit.

“Awas!”

In the blink of an eye, the sword almost cut his head. Because of the huge fireball that easily slapped and changed the direction of the sword. Break in two and stick them next to both of them.

Unable to twitch even a bit, the man simply stared with his two wide eyes as the boy threw a huge fireball over the sword and broke it into two of them.

Not long after, he fell on the ground right in front of the man. Laugh loudly at the two foreign men in front of him and they both walked closer and closer.

“Suffering once, huh? You are this.” Oceh is one of them.

“With this the task will be easy to complete.” Another with a flat face.

Bowing in annoyance, the man in black suit stood up from his seat holding the little boy in his arms. Smiling the lips of the man looked down at the two men in front of him.

"What?!"

“What! You pissed? It seems you don't know us. Hear that! we are the famous assassins. What would you do, huh!” oceh the same man while pointing at his opponent.

Silently, the man in black suit glanced at his interlocutor who was only silent on the right side. The figure hidden from behind the hood, the face hidden in the shadow stared without taking the slightest look away from the child. While the other smiled broadly full of confidence with his partially torn thick clothes and red horns looming on his forehead.

“Well, that seems to be true to what you said. That blood dripping down your cheek already explained everything.”

“Blood!” without the slightest bit of awareness, blood had already dripped on the cheeks of the man in the torn shirt.

Suddenly the look on their faces changed drastically by putting on an alert position mixed with annoyance. The two of them stared intently at the man by wiping the blood that kept flowing down his cheeks.

“But I guess, you two who don't know me yet, right?” the gripping smile returned piercing the bad feeling in the minds of the two of them.

“Include, Arelo Voltar. New inhabitants of the demon world!” continue with a loud tone.

In the blink of an eye, Arlo was already standing right in front of the two of them and was about to hit with his right leg. It sounded so loud, the kick struck right at the same man that it was knocked backwards. Not until there, on his chance the hooded man tried to pull the sword from behind his long shirt and was about to cut Arlo.

In the same position, he leaped back and dodged the slash that was about to split him. Without Arlo noticing, the hooded man was already standing right behind him and was again about to chop off his head. Something behind violently held the slash until the man bounced back. The red scythe with black larvae that adorned it, floated right behind Arlo standing up and fell stuck to the ground.

“Hah! Soul Weapon!” exclaimed the man in front by raising his body slowly.

In silence Arlo glanced at the same sword suddenly floating beside him. In a single blow, the sword was thrown deep in the air and stuck right in front of its owner. The two men were already trembling with annoyance in their hearts.

“Sorry, yes. But no one comes home when you dare to deal with me like this.” Arlo muttered, laying the child in his arms under a tree.

He stepped closer to his scythe and pulled it slowly. Simultaneously the two men were standing side by side with enduring the pain in his body. Staring intently, the two put the horses in preparation. In a quick movement, suddenly the two looked so shocked. The wind blew around him for a moment, then Arlo was already standing right behind the two of them.

“Protect your neck.” Whisper from behind.

Both of them immediately revolted and dodged, their positions scattered in a considerable distance. Upon awakening, the two no longer saw Arlo's whereabouts. They stared at each other as they gulped, especially the man in his torn shirt who started to be covered in blood without knowing what exactly happened. His body trembled more and more in fear, but it was too late and their lives were both threatened.

“Higo! Come and help me, our only goal is that boy!” he shouted, staring at the hooded man.

“I'm not sure of your decision. Will it be okay?”

“If it fails, we can save ourselves!”

“Alright, if that becomes your decision.”

In his attempt, without knowing the slightest whereabouts of the opponent, the man named Higo pulled the remaining two daggers in his pocket. Throw it on each side of the tree where the boy is lying. The two daggers slowly let out a bright blue light and made a line between each other. Just as he was about to stick his last sword on the ground, a similar scythe shot out extremely fiercely right at him.

“Stop doing silly things, and enjoy your death.” Arlo muttered from the top of the tree just as the sickle was thrown.

When the other man tried to hold the sickle with his big axe, his friend's efforts could complete the ritual he made. But alas, so strong the scythe strike, both of them were hit back far with the axe of the holder that was smashed into pieces. Most likely, the man's hand was also affected.

“Well, it's time to end this. You tau? It feels like it will hurt a lot.” Said Arlo who was already standing in front of the two of them by pulling his scythe that was stuck on the ground.

The two pre was already unable to dwell in the slightest in his current condition. His body was slowly numb, blood dripping out from everywhere. The exact same Nasip as that kid.

High-sickles were raised above the head by Arlo, about to be slammed into his second neck. But at that very moment, it felt a soft wind brushed aside. When they realized the two were no longer in place by leaving a letter that stuck in the tree where the child lay.

With a heavy sigh, Arlo brushed off his scythe vanished from sight. Walk slowly closer to the boy being and glance at him. His gaze was moved by a piece of paper that stuck with a small dagger there with the words, “Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Arlo.”

After reading it, Arlo only smiled faintly and again carried the child away in his arms. Stepping back into the forest with the accompanying birds chirping again and stop drizzling down.

...~ Small Children ~...