The Last Elementis's

TLE 2'S

Camelia sat on a rattan chair in the courtyard full of green grass. Behind stood a wooden house whose walls were woven from bamboo. Camelia's hands were filled with various kinds of seeds and fruits. The house that is located next to the forest makes squirrels and some other forest animals come to visit. They looked tame, as if they were used to it.

Camelia clucked three times. He crouched down while sprinkling the seeds and fruit to the ground. The look on his face was irritated as he said, "All the trees these days are indeed very stingy. They rarely bear fruit. I only have preserved fruit and these dried seeds. You eat it."

A squirrel jumps through the herd, grabbing the almonds in Camelia's hand. After being noticed the squirrel was indeed reluctant to pick up seeds and fruit scattered on the ground. Camelia was not bothered, she even offered again as soon as the food she was chewing ran out. The longer the page gets crowded. Birds that perch on trees no doubt come closer.

Camelia's attention turned on the swaying grass. After being noticed apparently it was a herd of wild rats that were sneaking around. Their steps stopped every time Camelia moved. Then when it felt right, the rats quickly grabbed one food and disappeared behind the bush.

Seeing that Camelia chuckles. "Ah the worry."

Camelia's hands patted each other as soon as the food ran out. There were also a few birds scavenging on the ground and three squirrels jumping around. However, as soon as the commotion approached, all the animals were blown away. Camelia turned her head, apparently it was the voice of some small children of the amagine race. It seemed like they were interested in seeing the animals swarming the courtyard. Unfortunately, they were all gone when they arrived.

"There is no more."

Another boy hit the top of the head of the little girl who was just talking.

"You scared them!"

"true."

"You made them go away."

Two other girls protested. Everyone looked down behind the grass. No one ignored Camelia until she spoke.

"Hey! Their children are gone!"

One of the children stopped the run and looked at Camelia, the rest of the children followed later.

"Why not catch him, brother?"

"Can Big Brother call him so they can play with us?"

Getting the question, Camelia scratched her nape. It is not a good idea to leave the animals in the hands of children. So he started thinking about distracting.

Camelia instantly switched on the waist bag beside her. He used to put random things there. Perhaps in this bag of his aunt's gifts he could find something useful.Just as his hand touched something round, he smiled. "Who here wants oranges?"

As if forgetting the initial goal, the children moved closer. Everyone jumped up and down while holding hands.

"Me!"

"Me!"

That enthusiasm overwhelmed Camelia. Who would have thought that the orange that can be taken by his hand is only one fruit. He forgot if the contents of his bag is as wide as the universe. Camelia scrambled because she kept getting the wrong stuff out. Until almost the hem of the shirt torn because it was pulled, Camelia finally got enough fruit. The children's wishes are fulfilled, they immediately waltzed away afterwards.

"Godhhh! Those kids."

A moment later Camelia's face turned clear. He forgot it was his last stock of fruit. Afterward, Camelia could only look at the footsteps of the children with a pushy gaze.

"Have it," she later tweeted. Camelia was about to turn away from the yard when her net accidentally caught a move from behind a tree. It was only about three meters away from where he was standing, so it was still very clear as he saw someone's hand sticking out from there.

Encouraged by curiosity, Camelia then approached, the figure immediately shrunk to the other side. However, he did not dodge any further. It was then that Camelia saw a girl curled up at the root of a tree. His straight black hair was smeared, but his face and clothes were dirty by some spot of stain.

"What's your name?"

There's no answer.

"Hi, I'm Camelia" Camelia said again as she reached out.

Hearing a gentle greeting, the child slowly raised his head but Camelia's hand was left to greet the air.

As usual just by looking at Camelia can immediately know that in front of her this is an amagine. It made Camelia's heart even more moved.

Realizing that the child would not respond, Camelia again grabbed her bag in search of something. He took it randomly, not knowing what to give anymore because in this only his daily necessities were left. Then when accidentally touching something rough, Camelia remembered still having some sunflower seeds in a small burlap bag. Then he quickly pulled it out. As expected, the boy began to react. At first it seemed hesitant to accept Camelia's gift, but in the end it still grabbed her. Camelia was once again abandoned once hers had been taken away. It's just that this time Camelia felt relieved, the expression of the child like holding something made Camelia's heart full.

When the boy was invisible, Camelia realized that the boy had dropped something. A diamond-shaped object was lying where the boy had previously stood. Camelia instantly knew if it was fake once she picked it up. The weight is light, obviously it's just wood chiseled and painted in red. The white touch at some point made this thing seem real.

A witchstone?

Camelia knew that this was just a replica. It was just that this fake thing he had always seen everywhere. As if it was important. However, what is the value of a wood carving? Not wanting to think too far, Camelia stuffed the thing into her bag and walked towards the house.

I'll return it later if I meet again, the mind then.

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A bird perched on the tallest tree branch. The non-thin leaves gave his sharp eye slit a free look down. It was about the size of a crow, but it had larger wings. It was a peregrine falcon looking at how his physical features were. His body was shrouded in fur dominated by a blend of black gray and blue. Large yellow beaked with a black taper end. The chest and abdomen are filled more white with black stripes. Its short tail is a complement to knowing that it is not an eagle. However, the crater alabaster or commonly called the falcon is always equated with the air predator. Alright, don't remind her of her size which is only as big as a crow. Because he hates it!

The Falcon was moving down to another branch. His gaze moved following something that was jumping around on the ground. He was waiting for the right time to pounce on his prey, but when it came his eyes caught the presence of other animals.

Bullies wolf! inner growled.

Its wings quickly widened, its front body leaning forward. His eyes were full of intimidation. He looked at his hunting rabbit and his rival in turn. Realizing that his presence had been detected by the opponent, he opened his wings wider and descended at lightning speed. Distance was so advantageous for him, but who would have thought that the wolf who had also run had even let out a roar. The victim eventually becomes aware of the danger and tries to escape.

Not wanting to lose competitiveness, the bird flapped its wings faster. Unfortunately once the two were aligned, the wolf's mouth had already restrained their prey. He lost a landslide. Screaming in anger, the falcon descended with its claws, it was very firm when targeting the opponent's back. He scraped the upper feather, but had not had time to touch the flesh, the wolf pounced back.

"Damn it! Return my hunt!"

The bird rambles while trying to grab its prey, but it is constantly made to fly upwards by the wolf's sharp claws.

"Nobody binds the animals in this forest to whom it belongs. I caught him first." The wolf replied calmly, still maintaining its position.

"You stole mine!"

"Take it if you can."

The wolf ran through the bush, its movements were fast but the uneven ground medium had harmed it. He excelled for a while, but the falcon still caught up.

This time the falcon's claws actually stuck in the wolf's black fur, going deeper and deeper into the invisible layer of skin. The red color fouled the top surface as soon as the painful link was removed. The rabbit in his mouth fell down as he groaned. He let down, the falcon managed to seize his hunt.

A little resigned, the wolf did not give a significant resistance, but his mouth had grabbed a few pieces of tail before the bird flew away. He grimaced with a sharp pulse on his back. Before the bird actually disappeared, he said, "it's a shame." Surprisingly his voice did not sound disappointed. There is even some fun in his words. He looked at the bird until he was invisible. There's some strands of fur missing in the falcon's ass. I don't know why the view was a little tickling.

Poor bird, his mind.

...****************...

In a house, a woman in her two-volume years was inserting small blackish-grey stones into a clear container. The container had a shape like a pear, but it had a round and long neck with a smaller diameter. Tower workers in Pyrgos call it a test tube. Once shaken, the white powder that was already inside fused with the dark flakes that had just been inserted. There was a small spark that formed as a reaction, but it was instantly extinguished making the holder link his eyebrows together.

"What's wrong?" muttered.

On the other hand, someone entered from the front door directly removing the arrow completeness attached to his body. He looked at the figure sitting down from earlier. However, not hearing what the woman had just said, she just ignored him asking for something else. "Have I not seen the boy for a week, he hasn't come home yet?"

The woman asked was still staring focused on the clear container in her hand. He added some more black powder. His eyebrows are still pucker.

"Don't ask me Camelia, I don't have wings to watch her in the air."

Camelia rolled her eyeballs.

"Even if you're not the same he's still your brother."

"I didn't say he wasn't."

"But the stones get more attention."

"Camelia!"

"Aletta?!"

The nonessential debate came to a halt as Aletta took a deep breath. He placed the container he had been holding carefully. Both of his palms then touched the surface of the table quickly, but it caused no sound at all. He looked up, looking at Camelia with stifled eyes.

"Rather than argue .. come and help me." The expression turned depressive. "... Why don't you light up again?!"

Camelia is not directly pity. He was busy checking the sharpness of one by one his arrows. When he heard the flaps approaching he stopped his movements for a moment and turned to Aletta. He said, 'He said,

"He lived long enough to the size of a clueless person living in a den of wild animals. I'm really impressed. Why didn't the Agrios Clan kick him out?"

Aletta looked a little upset, but she still reacted by shrugging her shoulders.

"That's it, you realize now? These powders of mine need more attention? Hurry up and help me!" Aletta raised her clear container again, her two eyebrows moving to code.

"The years of working at Pyrgos didn't seem to help much. You're still as lousy as ever." Camelia finally walked over.

"Don't pretend. I won't forget you forced me to work there. After all I am not an alchemist, no one can sue me."

Camelia remained focused on staring at something inside there. White powder has been mixed with other substances that are larger in size. Some reflect light as Camelia's eyes move. He raised an eyebrow after looking at each particle, as if understanding something.

"Don't have a slightly better defense?" He glanced at Aletta cynically. "Everyone always gets something new when learning."

Aletta smiled. "That's not the answer I want. Hurry up for the solution or we'll end up with the oil lamp again tonight."

Camelia stared lazily, but still according to continuing observation. He should have given an answer, but the thud on the floor interrupted his intention. The two women both turned to the origin of the voice.

Blood drops filled the floor along the way to the exit. It was centered on a rabbit lying stiff. The familiar bird stepped in later. Surprisingly, Aletta did not like the sight at all. As if understanding the situation, Camelia raised her hand to close her ears.

"You want me to cook with that rabbit?! Quickly clean up that disgusting blood or I'll have all your fur removed now!"

Ignoring Aletta's mounting anger, Camelia took off one of her hands and casually said, "Thank you for Niles. Soup of soupy meat at night seems quite warming, but given the weather .. roasted rabbit with abundant seasoning is also not a bad idea."

Aletta glared at him sharply, but Camelia just looked at the clear light in her hand casually.

"You have to handle it well!" The falcon named Niles suddenly raised his voice. Both Aletta and Camelia instantly made up one thing.

What's wrong with this kid?