The Journey To The Brockleheart Sky

Chapter 8: The First Contact

The morning chant, slowly washed his pale face. The blue-gray sky, before the sun greeted, seemed to wash away. Herms and Marry lay helpless on the edge of the puddle. A night of heavy rain, visible from their clothes that still look moist.

They arrived at a fairly dense swamp forest. Sayup, those little eyes blinked. Marry slowly got up from his bed, momentarily glancing around in ice. Herms fell face down while grimacing in pain, holding his badly injured arm. Seeing that, Marry rushed towards his father.

Slowly Marry shook his father's weak body, his mind began to whine along with the crystal grains that drenched his left cheek. Marry tore off the lower end of the colossal green dress that was still stuck to her body, then took part in a fairly clean dress, and wrapped the cloth ties in her father's wounds. Herms awoke in pain, when he saw the treatment of his daughter.

"You okay?" Herms tried to smile, asking Marry a light question. Suddenly, Mary's little hand landed on Herms' lips, shaking her head and hinting that her father wouldn't have much to say.

"Marry ...," wirily Herms clasped Marry's cold hand. "I'm sorry dad!" continued Herms sad. A small drop of tears walked slowly towards his ear.

Susan Smith uses the influence of Hippno magic, a kind of forgetful magic that can make a person lose his greatest desires and dreams. Hippno magic is capable of, building an empty room that can be given any command or memory, which the magic owner wants.

Hippno magic and love potions, complete already, right? But, all the deceit was successfully lost in the space of 15 years.

The sun does not show his smile. Clouds swarm, make friends in the morning. Cloudy. There will be no sun this morning. The thundering clouds slowly sounded, a touch of wind began to spread all over the body.

Tics.

A drop of water landed right at the end of his pointy nose. Marry looked up, noticing the sky rage that was starting to creep.

"How's this? We've been wet with rain all night? Where is this? How do I treat dad? What am I supposed to do? Mother ... help me!" his mind was stirring while holding a blue diamond pendant. The mother in question was of course her beloved Susan's mother.

"Expeller Herbatus." That voice just sounded. Herms was shocked to hear a voice that was unfamiliar to him.

Slowly the necklace within Marry's grasp floated up, the pendant emitting a strange light. The greenish blue light mixed into one, Marry was surrounded by a bluish white light. Suddenly Marry could not see anything, the strange lights covered his vision.

Slowly, the plants and trees around them suddenly moved, forming a strange formation that Herms had not seen again for 17 years. The wind and rain seemed to retreat slowly and did not dare to put themselves in that place again.

"Maryl?" said Herms shaking Marry's right hand. Marry realized, his left hand still holding the necklace.

"I talk?" marry looked at Herms.

"What are you doing?" further weak Herms.

"Dad?" just say Marry. Marry was surprised, he quickly grabbed her by the neck, feeling a strange throat. Coughing a few times to make sure what he heard just now.

"What did you say? Dad ...? You talking?" Herms was shocked when he realized this, even though his injuries looked serious. For a moment, however, he could forget the pain.

Herms slowly tried to sit down, which was when he realized that the flash of light surrounding them had turned their resting place into a hut made of grass and vines.

Marry hugged his father without a word, he was sure he was just dreaming. There's no way he could talk overnight. There was no way his haphazard speech could work miracles like this magical hut.

"Akh!" peekik Herms looked in pain.

"I ... my a?" marry panicked to see her father.

"Huh?" Herms tried to stay calm.

"I'm going to find a medicine for you" said Marry stuttering.

"Ti-dak, I've read about drugs, dad! Wait, I-I'm here yeah ...," her soft voice still sounds awkward. But, this is not a good time to celebrate his returning voice. It's time to treat Herms Quirkell.

Marry surrounded, the wall of the hut with a stupid look.

"What the hell is going on?" he thought while holding his pendant necklace.

"Where's the way out of this place? Door?" Marry surrounds this damp room. I can be sure he's not a home builder. Finally saw a small hole the size of his body under the reddish-brown wood. If he walks on all fours, he can get out.

Marry walked towards the mouth of the hut, leaving behind his father who tried to endure the pain. Outside it was still raining, Marry could see the water warriors crowding the ground. He had to hurry, looking for herbs that he could use to treat his wounds. Any plant.

Marry paused for a moment, he tried to recall the contents of the book he had read in the Underground Room. Marry stood in the rain, his gaze expanding trying to study the atmosphere of this forest.

"Ageratum Conyzoides? Centella Asian? Malabathricum Melastana?" Marry tried to remember the names of plants he had read.

"Asiatica Centella? Where is this? W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-that plant is in Okrey? God to-long me!" marry recalled one of the plant names. Marry walked slowly, away from the hut. Look at the bushes and grasses he never knew.

Ddugh!

Marry fell down, his foot smacked into a big black box. Marry remembered that this was the box he found in the basement. "What, my God, why is this here?" Marry's soul shivered for a moment.

"If this ko-tak is here? I-i-that means Agni?" Marry again threw his gaze, he began to look for Agni the beloved cat, who might be here with him. Empty, there's nothing here, nobody.

"Dad?" he said he woke up and immediately ran with the black box.

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Something seemed to lick Herms' face, Marry was surprised to see the figure. Marry quickly ran over and lifted her beautiful cat and said, "I know you're gonna be okay!"

"What's that?" Herms glanced at the box that Marry had brought.

"It's mine, I don't know why it's here." Marry secured the item and approached his father.

"Is that yours too?" tanya herms pointed at the pile of plants under her feet.

"Melastana Malabathri ...? And this is Centella ...? It's all ...?" Marry gawked in astonishment, these are all the kinds of plants he called. In addition, some herbal medicinal plants are also here. Marry tried to stay calm, all this weirdness scared him.

Herms touched Marry's shoulder, "You're Plant Controlling apparently, it's just the beginning. You're a Dahlia, this is your first contact with the world, son!" he smiled lightly as if he did not want to explain more.

"Dad, me, am I gonna mop you up?" lata.

Herms nodded letting his daughter's little hand sort through the leaves to use on Herms' puncture wounds. A small wound given by Susan Smith.

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