
"What... what happened...?" Asked a young lady with a surprised face.
He saw a settlement that had been destroyed and left only the ruins of a house made of stone.
"I've heard there's a civil war. Should we go home, miss?" Asked a coachman to get off the horse-drawn carriage behind the woman.
"There's information I need to find in this village. You stay here!" The woman said she ran towards the rubble of the village.
"Nothing, nothing, nothing!" Said the woman sitting and scavenging for books in a building that had also been destroyed. "Everything's burning! Why should there be a civil war? You idiot!" The woman hit the ground.
"There's no point in me here." The woman said she got up and was leaving.
Suddenly, he heard something nearby. He looked for the direction of the voice and it turned out that it came from inside the underground door. He then entered into the partially collapsed basement.
As he descended down, the voice grew clearer. Sounds like the sound of a girl crying. "Hello! Is anyone here?"
But there was no answer and suddenly the sound of crying stopped. He looked around the room with a white light in his hand. The woman continued walking until she felt something had just hit her leg, the light on her hand was directed down below and a hand full of blood was seen. But his body had already been hit by the ruins of that basement.
The sound of falling goods was heard from the end of the room. The woman immediately headed towards the sound to confirm what she was hearing, but there was only a table in the corner of the room. He looked down at the table and saw a scared girl half dead. An expression of fear, shabby clothes, and a body filled with wounds. That's all you can realize when you first see it.
"This child, must be the daughter of the owner of this library. He must know something about the information I'm looking for." Inner woman it is.
"Let's get out, don't be afraid." The woman stretched her hand inside.
The boy was just getting scared and trying to get away from the woman's hand.
"It's okay, I'm trying to help you here. Come on, don't be afraid." Said the woman. But it has no effect on the boy. He then looked at his sling bag and then removed a small teddy bear-shaped bag.
"It's a little bear lord, ta tara tara ta ta..." Said the woman playing the little doll, then extending it towards the child.
"This is for you, take it."
The boy started to approach slowly and then took the doll that was in the woman's hand. The boy looked at the doll in his hand.
"I still have a lot of dolls like this somewhere. Rather than you being alone here, it is better to come with me, there is also a daughter like you. How, do you want to come?" Ask the Woman.
"......."
"Hmmm...." The boy nodded after him for a while.
"Good, come on out."
The boy came out from under the table and stood with a trembling body. The woman immediately took off her white coat and immediately put it on the boy. He then carried her and brought her out of the village, covering her eyes, so that the boy would not see the state of the village and some of the corpses of its inhabitants.
The woman got into the horse-drawn carriage and sat down on the chair, then lowered the child next to her. "Don't worry, I'll treat all your wounds immediately." Said the woman.
"Let's go!" The woman said, then the train walked away from the destroyed village.
"Where are we going, Miss Reshieka?" Ask the coachman from the window behind the coachman's seat.
"We look for the nearest town or village to spend the night and go straight home the next day."
"Yes Miss!"
...*****...
"Ah Mother is coming!" Said one of the kids looking back. Then the two of them immediately ran towards their mother who was walking towards them.
"Let's go home, it's almost night." Said their mother.
"Yes, let's go home together!" Said one of the boys.
They left, holding hands. A child sitting on the ground with long hair unraveled by the wind, he looked towards the mother and the children from quite a distance away. The boy hugged his legs with a sad face.
A woman approached him from behind, then sat down beside him. She was Miss Reshieka when she was young. "You're still here? It's almost night." Said the woman.
"...." - ".The boy just fell silent.
Miss Reshieka then saw what the child next to her saw. A mother and her two children walked away towards the sunset.
"I miss them, Mom and Dad." Said the boy.
"Lost is normal, but you better not think too much about it. Because somehow you can't meet them, except when you're dead."
The child's face became even more sad after hearing Miss Reshieka's words.
"What matters is that you still have me and your sister." Miss Reshieka said.
"But, she's not my real sister."
"What's the difference? A family is a group of people in which they all take care of each other, there is no need to have a blood relationship to have a family. Youunderstand?" Ask Miss Reshieka.
"Hmmm..." The boy nodded.
"Then let's go home! Fiel must be looking for us right now." The woman said she got up and took the boy's hand.
They walked together to the sunset.
"I wish I could replace Mom for you... Asuras..."
...*****...
A.... Suras... Asuras.... The asura! Don't forget your work at home, yeah! You promised me, replace me tomorrow on holiday.
"Finally it's done too." The Dramist said in front of Asura who was leaning against the wall along with the sword slashing onto his shoulder almost reaching the neck.
"Yet... It's not over!"
"Damn you alive it turns out!?" The Dramist said in surprise, then drew his sword and raised it upwards. "Why are you so hard to die!?" Tanya Dramist took out the energy from his sword and directly slashed back towards Asura.
Asura immediately brushed aside the side of the sword blade that shot towards him. The Dramist slash missed and even hit the wall.
"I won't die now...!" Shouted Asura hit the Dramist's stomach hard until it bounced far enough away.
"It turns out you can still attack me." Said Dramist still standing after being hit by the Asura punch.
"This hope is like an eternal fire like the sun! It will burn forever...!" Said Asura standing with a deep slash wound on his arm.
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