Ash-boss
The remaining memories!

The long night for Laras became the night where he was born into a new human figure. The human figure who carries the destiny of living full of attachments. The night where he forgot the figure of the guard who accompanied the 16 years of his life journey. The figure of a guard who is attached and bound to his destiny.

The memory made Laras who is now undergoing a memory trial began to shed tears. He remembered very well how the 3 nights he passed by at that time. All of those shadows had messed up all the memories he had forgotten. Part of him seemed to be left behind at that time, and the rest again seemed resigned to another memory attack that haunted Laras.

It was the shadow of his memory when he met Eren, Aksara, and also when he recognized them as not a human figure. In addition, the figure of Zara is also not a human figure.

Shadow after shadow that flashed made Laras lose his consciousness slowly. His body was thrown to the side of a steep valley and floated just like that. His consciousness disappeared along with all the shadows of his memories would be some time.

But the other side of Laras seems to force to still be able to remember one of all the shadows of memory that exist. And that was the first day he met Eren's figure in the school parking lot. Where the shadow of one day's memory Laras kept it deep and wrapped the memory in the membrane of his deepest memory.

Laras increasingly felt his body fall and slammed quickly into his lower part. There was already no hope whatsoever for him to be able to grab onto a bit of light that was already very far from his reach. His eyes were back closed. Letting it all happen without expecting anything else.

While the figure of Laras falls in the world of his memory, the figure of the ragged ash-robed guard regains his true form. The shape that has never been imagined by anyone who knows his figure either as the figure of the guardian of the gray valley or a raucous voice figure robed in maroon red who is always a shadow of his true figure. Of all the things that have returned to his true figure, only that part of the wing is still the same. The wings are thick black smoke puffs that form wings similar to bat wings.

Slowly flapping those wings. A one-time. Twice. Three times. Four times, until he actually managed to control those wings. The true figure of the ragged ash-robed guard plunged into the void valley beside him. Soon his figure caught up with the body of Laras who continued to fall into the steep side of the valley.

The body of the girl looked like a burning black paper. It eroded bit by bit and then floated into ashes. Some of the ash managed to pass through the true figure of the guard who was getting dived to be able to quickly reach the figure of Laras who had been eroded strands by strands of part of his figure.

The hair was broken when the hair tie vanished eroded embers that burned any object attached to the body Laras. And from the hair tie that had been burned, leaving only the silver bells that let out a clattering sound that was faintly heard by Laras. A clattering sound that more closely resembled the gurgling sound of falling water droplets. A one-time. Twice. Three times.

Barrel snorted and opened his eyes. He saw how the red-robed, maroon-winged human figure was grabbing towards him. The figure of the young man with wings in the form of thick black smoke was reaching out and trying to reach towards him.

The sound of silver bells was heard again. Slow down time on the Barrel side. Making Laras' body float with incision wounds that slightly scratched his hands and cheeks.

Laras set his breath, trying to reach the figure who was trying to reach towards him. He raised his hand, grabbing the hand that was getting closer and closer from his reach.

Several times the two hands tried to reach each other. Reach each other and try to touch each other from the closest fingertips. In a state that again floated erratically, the strands of red thread from the robe of the winged figure of the jet-black smoke puffed off strands after strands. Decorate how they fall and reach for each other to hold on to each other.

The hand of Laras has reached. His hand held a red thread from the robe of the winged young man's figure. He with all his effort tried to resist the force of gravity and in the umpteenth attempt, laras' hand managed to grab the hand of the winged young man figure with the help of the many red threads held by the winged young man's figure.

The two hands held tightly to each other. From the handrails, each of them grasped so many red threads from the side of the robe of the winged young man's figure.

He does not fall alone and will not feel as alone as before he will fall. Laras closed his eyes and in just an instant, he and the winged young man were landing on a road that for Laras was quite stifling. Where in that place he only saw black, white and gray that seized his entire view. Until a hand caressed that face and made Laras aware of the frightening thing he felt.

"You're sober?" that word was the first to greet the hearing of Laras. Such a gentle and soothing voice from the figure of the youth was vaguely able for him to remember his figure.

Hearing that, Laras just fell silent. He simply stared at the figure before him and tried to clarify the shadow of the memory he had of the pitch-black smoke-winged young man who was now looking at him with worry.

"Are you okay?!" the sentence was still clear to Laras before he again lost consciousness. The barrel was again carried in the darkness of the shadow he had. Emptiness filled back his living space and memories. Laras was like he was asleep, but it made another figure Eren frown. Thinking and carrying a sense of worry about what might be experienced by Laras during his life in the valley of misery.

"What have you experienced in that valley..." Eren's other figure carries Laras' body in his sling. He ignored all the cheers of the dark inhabitants of the gray valley who were changing into random and irregular forms. There are those who see with full satisfaction the condition of Laras, some are just looking, some are looking with a sense of mother and some others are staring at the figure of Laras with emptiness.

The clattering sound of silver bells in the hands of Baras rang small and loud. As if resuscitating the inhabitants of the valley, some figures were wriggling unacceptably.

"He who is forbidden is changing his destiny..."

"He who is forbidden goes back to doing it!!"

"He's the forbidden, damned!"

Those wriggling black souls spewed out all of his wrath as he again felt his soul locked away by the thing he could not see. The thicket bushes on the side of the valley barrier again grew thicker and showed black thorns that increasingly made the valley boundary become more alienated from the surrounding world.

"How much longer will we be punished here!!!" the heavy raucous sounds were getting drowned out from the hearing. Where the footsteps of another figure Eren has passed through the valley barrier with the figure of Laras who is a forbidden figure of the owner of the gray valley.

In his sling, Eren's figure looked back at Laras who really looked like he was in a deep sleep. Though he had just come out of a steep, dark valley that was none other than the valley of tribulation.

"What have you been through to make the whole valley come back grim?!" muttered the figure of Eren so witnessed how the gray valley was back to the starting place where for the first time the figure of Eren set foot in the valley. Dark place without light. All that remained from the valley side were the desireless souls who were in the same color as the darkness of the place. Black equaling concentrated. White is like paper, and the ashes sometimes become clear and sometimes become non-existent.

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