Death Games
Forbidden lake

Kers looked back. And he found a boy of his age treating the face with a plant that had been destroyed.

“You,” shocked Kers saw his appearance.

The boy just silently watched. Until finally he sat back near the tree and smeared his face with artificial medicine.

Surely while being witnessed Hydragel Kers who slowly approached.

“Are you a student here? What happened to your face?”

There's no answer. His hand continued to move gently rubbing his broken face. Moaned quietly while doing it all.

Without a doubt Kers also touched the medicine that was on the stone in front of him.

“This,” muttered as he watched what was in his hand. “This medicine is for minor injuries, not for your broken face. Why not just treat the teachers? The elftraz (healers) can definitely handle it easily.”

“What are you doing here?” ask the boy suddenly.

“Pi.”

“Paise?! You want to pee here?!”

“Of course. Where else do you want?” reply to him casually.

The broken-faced child also glanced around him. He seemed to be alert and Kers just scrunched up a confused face looking at him.

“Better you leave here immediately.”

“Why?”

“Nothing. But I think you better get out of here and don't go back to this lake. That's also if you want to be safe when you return to your home.”

But, the statement of the man in front of him actually made Kers curious. Without a doubt he sat nearby and watched the expanse of lake scenery before them.

“Hei! You didn't hear me? You better get out of here.”

“My name, Kers. Whose name?” he said while extending his hand.

The sound of slow breathing was echoing from his interlocutor. Honestly, he was a little careless because his words were ignored by the hydra boy.

“Thertera. Thertera Aszeria.”

“Wah, nice name,” praise without further ado. “So, what happened to your face?” The bowed appearance was inscribed Thertera as the answer. He seems reluctant to explain what happened to him. “Can I help you tell the teachers to get you treated?”

“Do not!” panicked Thertera heard it.

“Why?”

“I'm not a student here. And I will definitely suffer even more if they know what happened.”

“Not student? Who are you?”

Silence momentarily afflicted him. Moments later, Thertera is forced to tell her who she is.

And that made Hydragel Kers gawk at his story.

“What the fuck? They're bastards.”

The storyteller bowed while his eyes glazed over. Honestly bringing back anything that has happened to him is clearly painful for him.

Moreover, the pain in the face so hit his days. He hides from his master so that they are no longer trapped.

Because the son of the Elder and his friends, so like to torture him due to boredom felt during Hadesia.

“But, this has been so outrageous. Even if you are only a messenger, you are still in the shade of the Hadesian teachers. Better tell the truth so that the wounds on your face can also be healed them.”

“Is that true?”

“What do you mean?”

Thertera looked at the child next to her and uttered an unexpected sentence.

Noiseless. Aza Ergo followed in the footsteps of Betsheba Voskha without oozing anything. He agreed to go with her to Hadesia.

Because after all, this old man has a job there to complete.

Inevitably, so that the son of Maximus is not lonely he must also be brought. Laravell had left her.

“Are you tired?”

Aza shook her head. His face is so sad. Panda eyes that look severe accompanied wistfully on the face describe its appearance.

His life seemed to mean nothing to him anymore. But one thing was certain, she should not die before meeting her brother.

Compliments were not even ceaselessly thrown for him. But in fact, it means nothing to the child who is lost.

Until finally, his steps arrived in the area almost close to Hadesia.

“Let's rest here.”

Aza just nodded. Although he wondered why the old man did not continue the journey considering his goal was in sight, but he chose to remain silent.

Come to help find fish on the edge of the river as a booster of each stomach.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Please.”

“After arriving in Hadesia, what should I do?”

Betsheba was silent. There seemed to be something stuck in his mind. “To be honest, I have a secret job there. But, it might just need your help.”

“Really?”

“Ya.”

“So, what kind of help is it?”

“Are you willing to be one of the students there?”

“Murid?”

“Ya.” And the old man threw a grilled fish at him.

 Aza took it but the look in her eyes did not move from the elder gyges who took a glance at her.

“Why should be a disciple?”

“Because you will be my eyes as I investigate everything that exists. After all, the place was not just ordinary training. But,” continued was restrained pause. I don't know why the old man seemed to have trouble saying it.

“But what?”

Seconds later, “it might just be the location of the forbidden experiment.”

Aza gasp. A strange sensation immediately rumbled on his chest, for some reason the term forbidden trial felt very familiar to him.

“What is the trial of immortality possible?”

Betsheba gasped at hearing it. “You—”

But it was a slow laugh that resounded on Aza Ergo's lips. I don't know why he behaves like that. His expression was very strange for a child of his age.

“Good.”

“You agree?”

“Yes. I'll be your eyes there. But if anything happens, don't blame me. Because I'm just protecting myself. Agree?”

Slowly Betsheba's hand gently stroked his head. “Take it easy. Nothing's gonna happen to you. Because I will take care of you,” softly the old man while showing off a smile at a figure who is already like his grandson.

Finally, the next day they both entered the Hadesia area.

“Whatever happens, don't let them know who you really are. Understand?”

Aza nodded. In his footsteps, the look in his eyes caught the looks of the disciples who seemed to be resting. Whispers rippled between them and were clearly heard by him.

If the kids are talking about him and the old man.

“It seems there is a new disciple,” kekeh The first prince hydra saw it from a distance. 

Until finally, a warm welcome from the great teachers of Hadesia filled the atmosphere of the immigrants.

Aza smiled at them.

“So, your name is Azkandia huh? Interesting name according to your appearance, son,” praise Remus Eterno.

The second son Maximus just nodded in response. The name of the lie that Betsheba made during his introduction to Hadesia. This is for the sake of their plan.

“So he's an empusa descendant? Who are her parents?”

“I forgot her parents' names. But they're traders in Lagarise and are dead.”

“So yeah? Too bad,” Remus stared fixedly at the little boy. Glanced from top to bottom, waving a smile touched the face of Aza Ergo. “Your parents would be proud to know that their son became a disciple of this land.”