
“NO DAD! NO, MOM STILL ...” Nurvati whined, and thrashed, unwilling to leave her mother behind.
“We won't be able to! We need help!” sela the father urged.
He carried Nurvati, running towards the city. Rumbling and blaring lightning continued to surround Nurvati's tense escape, running on a stretch of blue grass, towards the nearest aid.
But suddenly, they were intercepted by two strapping soldiers, and impulsively, the father stopped, shocked and worried. And when the wings of the father were about to hit the two soldiers, as fast as lightning, the father's intention was gone, just from behind him the electric roots clung to the two wings of the father, holding him back from attacking, he said, along with that, an electric shock managed to sting Nurvati's father's body, causing Nurvati to escape from his father's bopongan, he fell into the grass and his father knelt in pain.
Now five soldiers, intercepting the boy's escape and the father, stood in front and behind, closing the gap for escape.
This was nothing, just as the father managed to turn himself into a white flame, as big as a fist of a grown man, trying to break free. The warrior of the Barqo race, hastily reaching for the white fireball with his electric right hand, grabbed Nurvati's father firmly, then threw it into the grass and in quick motion, he said, the soldier's right hand fired a bolt of lightning at the white fireball, causing the sound, 'krrrzzzzzrrrsst'.
Seeing her father being attacked, Nurvati cried out in fear.
“AYAAAAH ..!”
Success! That was the result of the soldier's attack, Nurvati's father's self back to its original form, but lying dying.
Nurvati who was crawling tried to get close to her father, suddenly, her actions were stopped by a soldier. The soldier's right hand clasped Nurvati's waist until it was lifted into the arms of the soldier. Nurvati thrashed and screamed for release, although in fact, there was no impact at all.
Except, when Nurvati's green iris, it's on her father. Impression wanted to save implied from his father's left hand that had slightly raised.
“Gah ... Nur ...” My father could not finish his sentence.
Along with his father's left hand that fell to the ground, the father's life, also lost, became a verdict called dead. Of course, the father was killed, apart from the impact of the attack, he had also fought many soldiers in the air, plus, the father who was not in the military, adding to the larger consequences of his death.
And there, in the arms of the warriors of the Barqo race; Nurvati whined pitifully, wept in pain, and was punctuated by the screams of loss.
“AYAAAAAAAAAAAAH ..!” his screams were so painful and unprepared to see this impressive event.
The air is warm, the situation is still tense, Nurvati's home area is too far from the city, he did for Nurvati who does not like the crowd. And impressively, today, Nurvati bears a painful reality.
In the cities that stand diamond-encrusted buildings, deserted roads are forgotten, civilians are safe without bloody constraints, they hide in special rooms, do not want to fight and are not allowed if not emergencies, it's just that, on the edge of the city, the Fairy soldiers fought with the Barqo warriors, attacking each other in order to kill each other. Not separated from the tense situation, in the sky in a collection of ash clouds covered with bluish electricity, the war in the air was so fierce.
The wind herded the message of destruction, the aura that it encompassed exuded sorrow, the death of a beloved figure created pain in the heart, the ailing Nurvati, constantly thrashing to escape.
“Quick kill that boy!” push one of the soldiers as they walk away.
But within a second, the white light bomb managed to encircle the group, making a blinding look, the soldiers of the Barqo race swiftly flew from the light bomb, avoiding the bad possibility that occurred. Unfortunately, they were late in stopping it. A soldier who was holding Nurvati, was blown a meter away from the light bomb, because a boy from the Fairy race managed to save Nurvati.
The light bomb, just a disguise, or a distraction, has no ill effects, just that whoever is covered in the light, must be blind for a while, or the human world can call it a flashbang, he said, however this with more 'wow' effect power'.
The boy ran while holding Nurvati's left hand, running towards the forest, avoiding any bloodshed. The four soldiers did not try to chase, other than their eyes were a bit blind, the impact of the light bomb, as a result they were unable to catch up to Nurvati. After all, eliminating Nurvati's parents was also something worth appreciating.
The dark sky with terrible thunder was still at home decorating the sky, which in fact gave the impression of death. It took a minute more, before Nurvati and the boy finally managed to enter the forest. They continued to run nonstop, among those towering trees that were two meters in diameter, they continued to run, out of nowhere, but, as fast as they could, that was how fast they ran.
When the distance had been as far as from the starting place, after being quite far into the forest, when it had run seven minutes more, in the dimness of the forest, they finally stopped.
“It looks like it is safe here,” said the boy with a wary wiggle.
The child has removed his hand for the sake of concentrating on the surrounding conditions and indeed this place looks quite safe.
Nurvati was still crying bitterly, and looking ahead questioningly at the boy. Simultaneously, the child turned his body towards Nurvati, and in looking at Nurvati, his thin lips developed a calm smile, as if the horror of war had never existed in his brain.
Clearly Nurvati instantly frowned in astonishment.
“It's quiet, we're safe,” said the oval-faced boy with blue irises, and his eyeballs were like snakes.
His statement somehow made a furious feeling jump in Nurvati's mind.
“Quiet? Hiks .. You said calm down?” nurvati asked mocking nan seriously.
Of course, for Nurvati the current situation is still not worth saying calm. There's war out there, and there's no absolute guarantee this place protects itself from the death of war.
However, the boy fell silent.
“Should .. You let me die,” Nurvati withered with despair, even her gaze was so sharp on the boy.
“Eh?” wonder the boy. A sentence that was not comparable to the expectations of the boy, that in fact, there was a girl who was not grateful to have survived death.
“A-i hiks ... I .. I don't know what I'm living for,” lamented Nurvati down heartbreakingly.
Aye! Nurvati's feelings raged in worry, her parents were dead, it was Nurvati's haste, and although Nurvati was still able to continue living, it only meant one thing, that is, Nurvati would suffer even more.
The boy standing in front of Nurvati was still stingy, only, his eyes scanned Nurvati, identifying Nurvati's mindset, the gratitude of Nurvati's soul was identified; just to know, the, what makes a young girl choose a miserable death, rather than a chance to live for revenge.
“This feels unfair to me .. I deserve to die,” beber Nurvati.
Amongst the rustling of leaves that were rhythmic in the cooling gusts of wind, they were still standing within a meter.
“Nurvati ...,” call the boy full of contemplation.
“Eh, wait .. You know where my name is?” nurvati looked seriously and suspiciously.