The Journey To The Brockleheart Sky

Chapter 26: Yovanka The Oracle

Susan has indeed managed to open the door of the forest of requests. His face was still full of confusion. However, the threat of Black Shadow continued to still corner his inner being.

Susan is now walking alone, unaccompanied by Black Shadow's bodyguards. They must embark on a journey from Okrey, as the open door of the woods brings them back to Okrey. Susan goes to Stanome and Black Shadow goes to Arsk.

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After a long journey, passing through the edge of the river on the side there is a forest of mines former war. He also came out of the forest.

Susan has now arrived at the nearest train station and will soon begin her search for who? Their alleged names are Brockleheart Sky in the Stanome skyline and the Quirkell family residence in Arsk.

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The blue-ribboned trees line the left side of the road, while the red ribbon ties the right side of the road. All these sights will certainly look upside down when viewed from the direction of a low fenced house, with the strong aroma of Mahogany and its wood looking fragile.

From outside here, it looks like the chimney is emitting a thick white cloud. Some kind of engine factory at the end of Okrey.

The smell of spices began to smell, covering the scent of trees as it got closer to home.

Jennifer woke up when she was across the house. Sitting in the grass and leaning against a tree. The courtyard of the house had no sunlight, nor was the place where Jennifer woke up. Everything looks wet and damp. It was as if thousands of worms, caterpillars and other insects would come out of the bushes surrounding the houses and trees.

"Where am I?" Her voice was hoarse, asking the origin to the figure standing straight in front of Jennifer.

"Have you ever moved from one place to another?" ask the black-hooded woman. Ignoring Jennifer's words, Jennifer shook her head. "He didn't teach you, apparently." He looked a little and raised the tip of his lips, smiling cynically.

"You're the one who was, aren't you?" Jennifer looked at the woman's back.

"Well, I'm Flore Dimitri."

"You knocked me out, madam. Whatdoyouwd? Who're you?"

"It's hard to explain it to you. We'll wait until the smoke in there disappears." Flore Dimitri pointed at the chimney.

"Whose house is that?"

"Yovanka the Witch!"

"Aren't you a witch, too?"

"I'm a controller. My merit, magic!" the answer seemed haughty. Jennifer breathed an annoyed sigh. Then then, get up from sitting and try to get close to Flore Dimitri.

"Did you bring me here alone?" jennifer asked walking around observing the trees around her.

"Of course!"

"How is it?"

"You really don't know the basics, do you?" the hardship held back laughter. "Suspicious Spell!"

"But what?"

"Suspicious Spell!"

Wasn't that the spell that echoed that night? The night that Dad and Marry disappeared. Inner Jenny.

"That spell? Do you know my father?"

"Of course, Oliver Goldstein. The grumpy. Grouch! Brazen, bad messenger ...." He's stopped. "Traitor!" he turned to look at Jennifer with hateful eyes.

"I don't know him. I'm asking you about Herms Quirkell. My stepdad!"

"Quirkell's. Yeah, I know him. I know him very well."

"Do you know where my father and sister are? I'm so worried about them."

"I won't tell you, Miss. Don't think too much about them. You're making it easier for Black Shadow to find Herms and Marry."

"But, I-I"

"The smoke has stopped, let's go inside." Flore Dimitri holding Jennifer, Jenny's footsteps are certainly very heavy. He exhaled a few nervous breaths.

They both arrived at the door. Jennifer suddenly wanted to vomit, in front of the lower door there were the heads of foxes and deer.

How could I be stuck here? Am I really going to disappear in the end, as I requested in the forest of requests?

"Don't daydream! Come inside." Flore Dimitri opened the door and stepped past the heads of the embalmed animals. Jennifer followed behind.

"Don't you have to dump the carcass, the social worker can punish you!" he said as soon as he saw the figure sitting in front of the fireplace.

"Flore!" His voice sounded pointy typical of children who are just growing up.

"I know you live in the woods, but don't act like you're from 70 years ago!" Jennifer was surprised to hear the numbers that Flore Dimitri mentioned.

"You must be Jennifer?" he said it looked elegant with long nails. Even the fingernails of his two thumbs rolled inwards.

"You know me?"

"Didn't you hear me?" sela Flore Dimitri is upset.

"Let's Flore! I'm talking to the kid I used to predict. You're a big one."

"Who? Me?"

"Jennifer Goldstein's. The daughter of Oliver Goldstein and Susan Smith. The daughter of traitors. Black Shadow came to you not because your mother owed you a life debt. That's because, you're a road guide."

"Whatchu mean? I don't understand!"

"Come here!" The little girl took Jennifer. In front of the door Flore Dimitri looked irritated with eyes that twisted several times.

They arrived in front of the fireplace. This house is truly unique. Next to the fireplace is the latest tv output, there is a number sign that reads 1962. This year, which was the year in which the modern revival began, was the year in which other countries were freed from colonialism. However, this child is actually trapped in a wooden house, with 70% of old goods, making Jenny inexhaustible.

"Do you want me to be a fortune-teller?" ask the girl as big as Marry. Jenny shook her head.

"How old are you?" jennifer asked curiously.

"Technically, he's 185." Flore interrupted.

"You're wrong! 183 Years old" he smiled and put a fist-sized wood into the fireplace.

"Huh?" Jennifer can only go on. How could he meet this guy? Is it possible in this world that there are people who do not age at all?

"I was born in 1879, when I was born we had already tasted incandescent lamps. The parents of the witches, light the incandescent with just a few spells. The pengendeli light is very easy to turn on the lights at that time. I am currently thirteen years old. More precisely trapped in this body," he explained staring at Jennifer who was still frozen.

"You .. 100 years older than my friend's grandmother who lives in Okrey."

"Are you surprised?"

"I think he was very surprised. May we continue the conversation about us being delayed. Lavender needs your answer!" Flore Dimitri crouched down in front of the fireplace and put in a few pieces of wood. Then, I looked at Yovanku with both silver-colored eyeballs.

Yovanka walked towards the cactus pot and picked it up. His gaze straightened out the window. Jennifer looked at him seriously.

After standing for a few seconds, Yovanka walked to Flore and gave him a cactus pot.

"Marry has to be a cactus, so he can protect Herms."

"Is Herms in danger?"

"I think so, I saw him walking towards the forest of requests." Yovanka's gaze changed, she kept staring at the burning fire from the fireplace.

"What he-"

"Shut up!" Flore brought the index finger closer to Jennifer's lips. "He's at work" he continued.

"Herms will meet the god of death, when Marry is too late to be a cactus. Marry's soul will be filled with hatred. The golden boy will be his target. Black Shadow will be happy and achieve victory. However, the Vampire will grieve for eternity."

"What else do you see?"

"Brockleheart will collapse, if the shadow has fused with gold. Tell the head that the legs need the body."

"I don't understand!" Jennifer approached Yovanka.

"You! You have to hide, his sad soul will destroy you! Not here, don't retrace. You gotta fly."

"What?" Jennifer took a few steps back from Yovanka who was unconscious.

"There's more?" Flore was very curious.

"Resurrection. You and resurrection."

"I didn't ask for fortune-telling!" exclaiming Flore made the fire in the fireplace suddenly extinguished. Yovanka took a soft breath.

"Tell Lavender, she must hurry. Before all the predictions happened. If he can stop one prophecy. Then the other predictions will change. Hurry up and send the message."

"I can't send it now, I think Lavender is already on her way to the Arsk border. We got a hunch that Black Shadow would come sooner." Flore's voice sounded like he was about to cry. Even the cloth covering his lips several times attracted into the lips because of the tight breathing.

"I'm sure Herms Quirkell is in danger. My prophecy, it has already begun again!" yovanka looked at Jennifer who was silent and full of confusion.

Daddy's? Whatisthis? Where am I? Jennifer's inner self started crying.

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