The Tale Of Lost

🐺 Chapter 25 🐺

December 9, 1941 (Day after the declaration of war against Imperial Japan. )

Yuri Pov's:

Tubig. Muli akong bumalik sa karagatan at gumamit ng ibang katauhan upang hindi ako makilala ng mga kalaban.

Tuluyan ng nanghihina ang aking kapangyarihan at tanging ang dagat na lamang ang aking inaasahan. Ang enerhiya na nagmumula sa karagatan ang natatanging bagay na nagbibigay sa akin ng lakas at kahit papaano ay nakagawa ako ulit ng portal pabalik sa mundo ng mga mortal.

Pag-ahon ko sa tubig ay bumungad sa akin ang nagkalat na mga pyesa ng barko, kulay pulang likido at langis na sumasakop sa malinaw na katubigan.

I can feel my fangs urging to come out. I closed my eyes to calm my self. This ruthless humans. They may not have real powers in their hands but with money and great influence in their hands they can grip everyone life with just one command. Destructing humanity in exchange of what? Fame? Power? Territory? Influence? That's it? The price of many innocent lives dying during the war, the blood from the heart and tears from a mourning land is way to ridiculous.

How could they afford losing too many lives just for the sake of their pride. The people was dying because of someone's gracious decision. Country versus Country. Bombing there, firing there, dying everywhere. If they have personal issue with each other why not punch each other face instead of bombing such a peaceful city.

In our world, kapag may gyera tanging ang mga mandirigma at meimbro ng royalties lamang ang naghaharap. Habang ang mga hindi kayang lumaban ay inilalayo sa battle field para maiwasan ang malaking pinsala.

"T-Tulong... "I heard cries of the victims of this war. Whimpers and desperate shouted their grief and lost.

I look around. Bodies floated around. I decided to look for that child's voice.

I swim and finally saw the boy. Pero napatigil ako ng mapagtanto na hindi siya isang mortal.

He is crying over a dead body of a young mortal. Kung sa paningin ng iba ay parang magka-edad lang ang dalawa. But this boy is a hundred years old while the mortal girl was only 10 years of her age. Napapikit ako tsaka nilapitan siya.

Ngunit papalapit pa lamang sana ako ng makita kong magsidatingan ang isang grupo. Witches and Wardens.

"Your Majesty... "yumukod muna ang mga ito bilang pagbibigay galang.

Kamahalan? A witch prince? Who could this be? Sa pagkakaalam ko ay dalawa lang ang anak ni King George... wait. Did I miss something?

Kapag kuwan ay nakita ko na bagsak ang balikat ng prinsipe at wala sa loob na iniwan ang walang buhay na katawan ng batang babae.

"Princess Cassandra and Princess Samantha is the royal princess of Wellindrat Kingdom, the Kingdom of Witches and Warden. But... I heard the King has a mistress. Whatever. That's not my problem anymore. "

Nilapitan ko ang walang buhay na katawan ng batang babae. I can still feel her life force. If I summoned her spirit it will drain my power.

"At masasayang din iyon dahil magulo ang panahon na ito. Isang madugong digmaan sa mundo ng mga tao, "saad ko. Umahon ako bitbit ang katawan ng batang babae.

"I'll just give her a proper grave and a mark it for him to be able to find his beloved friend. "Because I know to myself that it's hard to lose someone you love.