Death Games
Strange singing

“It's not my fault, you guys are weird!” heart of Toz.

The sound of heavy footsteps drew Toz's attention to look over. “Being from the looks of you, it looks like you're not a great guider, I don't even feel any power from you,” said the newly arrived dwarf.

His clothes were different from the others, a necklace of animal fangs was coiled around his neck. The horn on his head was also much larger than the other dwarves so his aura felt different.

“Village head! You're here?!” the dwarves also bowed respectfully at his arrival.

“Goodnight,” greet Toz nervous.

“Not go?” ask the village chief.

“Y-ya?”

“Why don't you leave here?” ask the village chief again.

“Y-yah! I really want to go, thank you for all the help,” Toz said.

“Oa, get the man's clothes for him,” the village chief orders the dwarves who have already hit Toz's head in the forest.

“Good!” The dwarf then went out of nowhere, while Toz still glanced at the surrounding countryside. His astonishment still had not faded, let alone this was the first time he had seen a village with living creatures since stepping foot in the world of Guide.

“Looks like you're not a bad guy,” said the village chief broke Toz's glance.

“Yes? Meaning?”

“I can't feel the darkness from you.”

“Darkness? What does evil aura mean?” Toz tried to pervade the meaning of the village chief's words.

“Yes, there is no evil aura from you, it is quite rare to be human like you.”

“Really? Hhehehe, I am a good boy. Even my mother always praised me because I was diligent in helping,” Toz said that proudly. The dwarves just stared in wonder at the stupid look that was stuck on his face.

“No good person praises himself, you must be crazy,” another dwarf ledk.

“Hei! How can you say that? That's not polite!” shout Toz.

“Hei boy! How dare you scream! Want to burn huh!” snatch the other one. Toz's mouth spontaneously locked tightly to hear it, the sight of a burning snake flashed quickly in his brain so that cold sweat immediately poured out on his face.

“Ma-forgive me,” Toz prostrate begging for mercy on them.

“Hei boy! Wake up! Change your clothes that smell of the land,” concluded the village chief as soon as the dwarves who were ordered to take Toz's change of clothes came.

Toz was still hesitant, finally with a little confidence in them, Toz also agreed with the words of the village head. He changed his clothes in one of the houses of the dwarf villagers.

He raised his head like a dazed person as he stared at the design inside the house. Unique, there is a ladder attached to the wooden wall. The smell of flowers radiates in the house, making anyone who visits will be comfortable.

But there was something that shocked Toz's heart, a large basket with a variety of fruits in it. “There's fruit?! Why do they eat snakes?! It's completely out of logic!” inner Toz.

Finished changing clothes he went straight out of the house and approached the crowd of dwarves that were coiling near a huge bonfire. “It's done?” ask the dwarf who had gagged his mouth with an apple.

“Su-already. That, actually emm ... There's something I want to ask,” Toz looks hesitant.

“What?”

“Why are there human clothes like this? I'm sure if this doesn't fit on your body,” asked Toz carefully.

“Yes, it is indeed a human shirt. The person who has gone out of nowhere, so his belongings are left here.”

“Is that? Didn't you guys never bring a human here?”

Toz's face turned irritated, “other than me!” In his heart, “basic shit!”

 “We don't bring humans, but that doesn't mean they never came here. The road to the dwarf village is only covered in mist and thorns, if you are a person who is observant the entrance can definitely be found.”

“So? Are you natives here?”

“Ya!”

“It turns out the world Guide the contents are stranger than I imagined,” Toz muttered.

“Of course, that's why this world is called the world of black Guide, its contents are different from your human world,” timpal village head suddenly.

“Wait, have you guys ever been to the human world?” Toz.

The village chief did not answer, nor did the other dwarves standing nearby. But Toz could sense something strange from their expressions. An expression that feels paints sadness.

“Hei! It's about to start! Let's gather!” bring the children of dwarves that are as big as Toz.

“Gather? Gather for what?” ask Toz.

“Singing bloodgrya, this third night singing will be done. Next the chant will be carried out in seven days,” the village chief replied.

“What does that mean?” lirih Toz is confused.

He felt like he was in a different world. He realized that his mouth did not speak human language but dwarf language. But he doesn't know why he can speak dwarf. Curiosity wants to ask questions immediately forgotten once he lives life there.

Musical grooves of drums with patterned snake skin began to hum around the blaze of campfires.

“Kick snake skin? Why does it feel like all snakes?” inner Toz snorted in annoyance.

Not in the dormitory, not in the world of the Guide, too often it feels like he met the figure of a creature that is slithering. Although only three times he met the snake, whether the creature is alive or dead.

A dwarf with the stature of an old woman walked around the campfire. Her dangling clothes caught Toz's attention.

He walked while shaking his right hand, a strange movement for people like Toz. But as soon as the old dwarf pointed towards the bonfire, the flames instantly grew to make Toz aghast in shock.

Strange chants began to be created from the old dwarf's mouth. Strange, it was like talking instead of singing, but it felt good to hear. Toz was silent to hear the chants that infiltrated his ears.  

“This is a song, the story of those who promised. A moment of lily welcomes blood, said tied to each other, gazes changed, hands intertwined.”  

“This is the singing, the singing of those who once uttered. Blue carried, green replaced, white eaten, red removed.”

“This is the singing, the singing of those who wait. Outstretched hands, the fruit of the gods shown, the footing provided, everything offered, the life paid.”

“This is the singing, the singing of those who give. Light sent down, blinding glare, longed voice, warming caress, darkness offered.”

“This is the singing, the singing of those who died. Raised hand, bluffing voice, scattered blood, removable curse, forbidden prayer chant.”

In different places, the same chant was also humming under the blowing of the night wind. The sheen of firefly light adorned the figure of the carrier, with an expression that could not be interpreted.

“This is the singing, the singing of those who run. Hunting breath, dancing laughter, hiding anger, enveloping madness, death steps here,” finished singing that he laughed.

Blood-stained hands even combed her hair back, eyes full of pleasure clearly emanating from her face.

“Alright, who's next? The last song is done. Isn't it time we hunt?” said it.

A teenager with blackish blue hair, and blue eyes like the deepest ocean decorated his appearance. The snake that always accompanied him appeared to be coiled around the neck with a human heart in its mouth.