Ampithera: One Side
Prologues

I don't know since when this feeling constantly bothers me. It felt like something bad was always asking me.

Everywhere I go, whenever I see the orange light that the sun gives off at dusk, my body is drawn into space.

Every day, always, I dream of something terrible. It was so horrible that I was afraid to fall asleep.

Until one day, there was a day when I started accepting everything. Where I began to smile as the light pulled me towards the dream room that had previously been my greatest fear.

That day was the day he was killed before my eyes. So cruel, exactly, like what I do in every nightmare.

The woman screamed in pain as the bullet rained down on her. He squirms, his eyes twinkle so much blood that it stains his entire body. Sharp fangs, long nails and well-defined veins all over his body clearly showed that he was not human.

The boy was standing there. A few meters in front of the creature. His eyes were perfectly round, his lips unable to clench, his breathing was blocked, his heart was beating so fast. The sight he saw right now, would be the worst nightmare of his entire life.

"Hey, do you know? there is a way to bring to life the dead. First, you have to get the Ampithera crystal. Aye! Kill Agyptpa Ampithera! In his heart, there's a crystal that can revive the dead, including your mother."

*There, it felt like a glimmer of light was approaching me. Whosoever. Whoever has created that light for me, I will follow him wherever he goes. Although it sounds crazy, I will believe it without the slightest hesitation.

Even to this day*.

The sky is really dark. The air felt so cold that every breath of Dairen let out smoke. The fifteen-year-old man was walking alone on the snowy road. Every step sounded very calm. It was like it had melded into the snow itself.

Slowly, snow began to fall from the sky. Along with his halted steps, Dairen looked up into space. The snow that fell onto his face was like fusing with his pale white skin. Even in winter, the skin is warm. Making the snow that hit his face melt instantly.

When Daren returned to straighten his eyes. There was something on the other end that made her eyes seem locked staring at him. A person sitting under a towering acacia tree. At least, that's what's in his point of view.

The blond man sat down while hugging his knees. The snow that fell on him from the branches of the tree as if it did not make him cold even though he only used a shirt and trousers. His eyes stared straight at the void in front of him. It was quite interpretive, there was a severe problem that hit him and made him frustrated.

I don't know how long it had been, each snowflake left a sense heavy enough for his body to accept. At least, until now.

Has the snow stopped? The cold pain was no longer felt. Although only a small reason, but it managed to disperse the daydream that had brought the man so deep. When he looked up, a red umbrella was hanging on it. It protected her from the cold and the pain as the snow tormented her body.

"During no meeting, Prince."

"Dai .. ren?" The voice finally sounded. Even so raucous, but it was enough to make Dairen a little calm because it seemed like the man was still fine.

"What's happened?"

The man remained silent for a while. He looked down in lethargy before answering the question that had been thrown at him. "I think I'm too childish. But, how can I continue to stay in that house while it feels like I have no price? No one heard my opinion. No one understands my feelings. How sad. How do you think you feel if your mother gets kicked out of your own home? In front of your eyes. With contempt."

Dairen was a little surprised after hearing the man's expression about the thing that made him that way. Not long. He put on his face like before. "Hurtful."

"Nothing."

"Can?"

The atmosphere was silent for some time, only briefly until the man returned to talk. "Dairen ..., is my action wrong?"

Dairen did not answer the man's question. But he answered with a little pause. "I don't know."

Daren looked up at the sky. As if, there was something up there waiting for him. "But we'll never know if we don't try. No matter right or wrong. Just do what your heart says! After that you'll know the value of all the actions you've taken."

The blond man stared at Dairen for a few seconds, then turned his face back. "How are you?"

"Me?" Dairen smiled knots for a moment. "I'm still looking to find out. Whether my decision is right or not."

"so."

The mood was silent again. So awkward, so cold beat the cold snow that increasingly filled the surface of the ground. I don't know what made them know each other. And I don't know what makes them this ugly.

Even though there were no more words he could say. Although there was no more action he could take. Dauren stay there. Standing with an umbrella that protected the man he called the prince from the cold snow that fell never subsided.

Is correct. I don't know. Right or wrong I don't care. From then on, until this moment everything has not changed. My goal will never change. I want to change this destiny. Turn it into a world where I'm the one who set it up. No matter how I end up in hell playing around with fate, it's all for my mother's sake. I will pull him out of the injustice of this life. I will definitely .. save him. Sure ... will get the Ampithera crystal no matter what. Although I don't know what he looks like, where he is, how strong he is, I will definitely find him. For mother's sake. For mother's sake. I will ….

"Prince!"

Killed him.

The sound of screaming just now made Dairen and the blond man turn towards him. He saw, a man their age was holding both knees while panting like he had run for a long time. When he looked up, he squinted his eyes. His vision blurred as the dew soiled his glasses. But for sure, there were two people there. Curious, this man immediately took off his glasses and immediately wiped them with his already messy shirt. When he put his glasses back on, like seeing someone he hadn't seen in a very long time, he was stuck.

Dairen chuckled small. "Did no one really care, Prince?"

With him, the blond man buried half his face in his arms still hugging his knees.

"Dairen?"

Daren looked back at the glasses man. With a smile so warm in the cold eyes, he said, "It's good to see you again, Altara."

Now what else? Destiny wants to play me, to what extent?