
Under the tree, Layne turned his gaze to the sky where the previously cloudy clouds began to fade in all directions, at the same time a curtain of light was dropped like a beautiful stage that displayed sunlight filled with warmth.
It had been about two hours that he waited for the rain to stop, and now he could finally continue on his way.
Armed with a small note in his hand, he read back every trip he took while walking down the gently sloping meadows. Thanks to someone he decided to write his story in a book.
Maybe one day he will remember his own story or maybe someone is interested in his journey, whichever choice both sound quite pleasant.
Since the rain was quite heavy his footsteps did not cause any trace behind him, as he passed through the flower plantation, something called out to him from underfoot.
It came from a flower that was on the side of the road.
"Hello, down here."
"Can you talk?"
"It's weird that I can talk?"
"I think so," Layne replied as she listened to further explanations.
"Will you help me, I'm actually a cursed human being who's turned out like this."
"So what do you want from me?"
"I want to change back, can you touch me, that way I'll be able to change back."
"Heh, that's how it is."
Just as Layne was about to do it one first held back his hand, he was a young man who had just hurried down from his carriage.
"What are you doing?" his yell.
"I want to turn him back to being human."
"That's impossible, from the beginning they were indeed flowers."
"They? Really true?"
When Layne turned her eyes back to the flower she was about to touch, the flower had disappeared.
"What does that mean?"
"You might want to stay at my village, let's go up, I'll give you a ride."
"Thank you very much."
Layne sat next to the young man and the carriage began to walk back, along the road the young man kindly explained the flowers Layne had met.
The flower is called the soul-eating flower, this flower will persuade the pedestrians to touch it then they will die afterwards.
Layne asked.
"I don't know but this story comes from my village until no one dares touch it."
"so."
The train finally arrived at the village in question, there was a gate outside the village that read 'Welcome' as if they considered that the travelers who came as important guests.
"At the end of this street my house, if you want you can stay at my place, by the way I also live alone."
"Sleeping at home with foreign youth, my heart must be racing, what happens tonight well."
"Nothing will happen, what do you consider me to be," the young man replied and continued.
"My name is Tim."
"I'm Layne, an adventurer."
"Any adventurer, did you go to different places and write it down in a journal or something."
"It's true."
"May I hear all your stories."
"I don't mind, after all I decided to stay for three days."
Three days was the perfect time for an adventurer living somewhere.
"It's haha."
Arriving at the house. The team began to move the luggage from the train, the heavy crates were stacked in the house and said to Layne.
"In it is dried sweets from fruits that are quite popular with residents here, I used to sell them for about 1 copper coin, would you like to try?"
"Can I?"
"Of course."
One crate was opened and inside featured a star-shaped fruit. Layne took one and soon it liked her.
"It's so bad."
"If you want to add, you have to pay for it."
"It's cheating."
"Joking around, eat as much as you like."
"Good."