ALKISAH: Prayer for the World [1001 Indonesian Fantasy Stories]
TALE/Time of Miracle: A Taste Under the Night Star

In an old stands in a pitch black, golden-eyed little boy sat in silence gazing up at the night sky dotted with colorful stars. The boy was fixated on looking at the beauty up there and felt as if he could reach the stars with his fingers. However, in his little heart, the boy wondered, what feeling really arose in him at that time?

A tall, handsome, big man came to the boy and sat down next to him. The white man who seemed to have entered his early thirty years had a firm face but seemed friendly. A small smile formed on his lips, as he said a simple sentence that the child would remember until the end of his life.

“This world is the canvas, we are the brush, and our dream is the color.”

Hearing those words, the boy regained his senses from his daydream, then turned to look at the big man wearing the all-black suit. “Eh? What does it mean to say about Jon?”

“A few weeks ago, you asked Om, right? Why is the magic in this world so little?” Jon asked in a dashing voice that seemed rather gentle, and then the golden-eyed child nodded at his words. “Do you want to know why?” The boy nodded again. “The answer is simple, that is because humans do not want to try to make that miracle.”

“Eh... ?” The boy was still putting on his innocent face, a sign that he did not understand.

“Hmm... Alright. Look, what would you do if you wanted to have a nice and cool painting?” Jon asked as he lifted the boy up on his lap.

“Eh? Of course I'll paint it.” The boy said with complete confidence.

“Well, you have to paint it, right? Because if you don't paint it, it means you'll never have a good painting. That's why you have to paint.” Obviously Jon, but unfortunately he was aware that the boy was still having trouble digesting his words. “Hah... The point is this, son. Here, if you do not try, then there will be no miracles, but if you try, it means you will have a miracle.”

“Oh, meaning Om's point, the magic here is a little because we are less trying, huh?” Asked the boy innocently, to the point of making Jon a little anxious to caress the boy's hair.

“Loh? of course not us, lah, but them, man.” Jon replied with a faint smile. “Oh, yes, Om still curious, why did you suddenly think so?” Ask Jon for wonder. It felt a little strange every time he recalled the words that the boy had spoken a few weeks ago.

And that's where something strange happened.

“Om Jon, in this world, really, the magic is a little, yes?” At that time, the golden-eyed child simply threw out the question. Though his gaze was still fixed on the television and his hands were busy taking care of his food, but strangely, those words just came out of his mouth, as if they were happening without his will.

“Hmm..“ The boy was silent for a moment. “I don't know why when I watch television I suddenly remember the same street children I saw on the streets again in the city. Then, as I looked at them, I also remembered the rich people I saw in the mall... Keep... I don't know anymore, deh... I'm confused... and angry too.” The boy explained half daydreaming.

However, Jon clearly understood what the boy meant.

“Like that's human, they use canvas as well as they can without thinking about the circumstances of others.” Obviously Jon.

“When they can help those kids... But... But... They've been abusing the canvas given by God.” Reveal the child in a low voice, as if he were trying to suppress his emotions.

The boy raised his right hand forward, and a golden glimmer suddenly appeared in the air, and from that light, a real beautiful sword appeared that looked extremely sharp and dangerous. Judging from any side, it was indeed truly a sword.

“When I could have annihilated such humans.“ The boy muttered again, while his right hand seemed to signal the sword to come to him, then not until a second later, the sword obeyed his order. The sword floated by itself into the child's grasp. “Padahan, I can kill them..“ He said without hesitation, to the point of making Jon a little horrified. “But... I don't think I can, huh?”

Jon was only able to stroke the boy's hair. He had no idea what else to say now. There is a lot of evil in this world, and that is the truth. Even the crimes that are seen are not all.

“Man is weird... “ Said the boy in a softened voice. He finally took off his grasp, and at once, the sword broke into tiny pieces of golden light. The lights melted, and rose high into the sky, and vanished without a trace. “... And cruel.”

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