The Elementals II: Knit of Fate

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Hello there readers! This is your friendly author! XD

I guess Elly isn't that effective in inviting you to give some comments or suggestions. Anyways, enjoy this another chapter of Elly's journal and by the way, this one isn't actually Elly's moment. Haha. Keep the passion for reading burnin'! 

-Yours truly.

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Seeing your news-said-dead-friend standing in front of you, staring at you with face as shocked as you are, is like Oh-my-God- there can be miracles. I felt a lump in my throat, I started to push it down but it doesn’t seem to go down without bringing my larynx with it. I’m torn between sobbing and smiling and so I ended up doing both and it doesn’t look good. Trust me.

                “Uh-Ha-How?” I manage to breathe the words out.

                Instead of answering my question, Nai turned back and ran though hopeless with his leg, he tried to get away. Pushing the bushes on his way, he disappeared deeper into the forest.

                I heard Jaray’s bag of goods fell on the ground as I saw his figure running towards where Nai entered. Seriously, I’m gonna be bringing all these four bags of equally heavy food? Deimn.

                I looked at the equally puzzled, dazzled, surprised Alvis.

“You know him?” Alvis asked, all the lines on his forehead showing up.

“Sir, we’re classmates. He didn’t tell you?”

“That boy doesn’t speak of anything or anyone he still knows. SO I guess, you knew the story of his village. And what did you call him, Nai? Isn’t it? His name?” Alvis said as he picked one of Jaray’s bags from the ground.

“Nai.” I helped him picking the apples that rolled under some nearby bush. “I think Sir, I have questions to ask.”

“So do I, boy.”

We walked along the bumpy formerly cemented and asphalted road with some vines slowly swallowing the way from the sides. It’s like the forest is claiming what’s hers. This place is so forgotten though many people, I bet, always pay a glance to this hill.

“You know Sir. We’ve been looking for him since the day of the attack on his village. We thought he’s dead. So how come, he reached this place?”

“Actually boy, the day when his village was attacked, I was there. I visited a friend who lives just outside their village and then as I about to leave, I felt this familiar sensation. You know, the hairs behind your neck crawling.”

And so he told me along our way. When he last fought D5, though it’s not that often; the last time he encountered D5, he developed this familiarity to their presence. He can’t explain it; it’s like smelling their blood, he said. Eew.

When he came to the village, it’s already destroyed. Well, actually, the village is gone just like what the news said. No trace of the village is left. He scanned the whole place; a desert near the sea like it was originally part of the sandy shore, the only difference is that the shore is white; the village got dark brown sands.

When he sees no life, he prepared to leave. He was indeed the first person to arrive at the crime seen, so when did Nai enter the scene?

As he was about to leave, a soft slash of water hit his back. It was so weak that it only feels like raindrops that fell in a single line formation, so weak that the energy was only focused on maintaining the water’s lash form than on doing damage.