Right Choice

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It's was noon, i was just staring up into the sky and though how beautiful the breeze was.

It was silent you could hear the rats running through the fallen dry leaves giving a really loud noise. I was too lazy to go for a walk or feed my bird Nak. Then I layed lazily on the chair muttering meaningless things–– ten minutes later I fell asleep strangely I felt cold really cold I was not sure what was going on but my skin felt cold as ice and I knew I was shivering I heard a loud noise of something crashing like a sound of an explotion... That's when I got up. It was pouring heavily the dark black clouds looked so angry  that they keep on moving and making so much noise up there.

"what was that? " I thought to myself.

As I was hesitating to go deeper into that forest. It was dark. Spooky. And I felt like I might die if I enter. It is not that I might really die but that thought just wouldn't leave me alone.
I finally decided to go inside.
And completely forgot about an umbrella even though the rain poured down harshly,

"you are the best Serein!" the bird sang.

"I'm scared Nak"

"no scared, Serein the best!"

"do you trust the forest?"

"forest is good! forest is good!"

Nak the bird sang excitedly I have no other choice but to trust in the bird.
I shuffled into the dark spooky forest praying not to regret the choice I made just now, it could go well or maybe not. But there's no turning back now. The futhure I enterd the more clearly I started to see things what could make such a big noise? I was curious. I saw a old styled Plane crashed into two the black smoke was oozing it's way out the plane's engine there was a man fallen on the complete opposite side of the plane.

"is he dead?" I thought to myself scared to even check out- - but I decided to go, I might at least be a little helpful?
I got close to see a very old looking man collapsed on the ground, neck that looked as if it was broken and wearing a little odd looking cloths.
"ok he's dead!" I said pulling my two feet together to run away but my legs just won't move I guess I should get this over with even if the man is dead. I slowly tried moving the old man from the bushes when I heard a little moan from him as I was trying to carry him—he's Alive!

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