Nurvati
Episode 93: Mystery Shakes Tanya.
In the darkness of the forest of Death, the entire child had been standing on the ground with a look of vigilance, circulating a glance around hoping that their stealth headquarters could find.
Nothing, just fog, darkness, weeds, carrion smell, strange and rather gripping sounds.
“Let's just move forward,” Quin advises by stepping forward first.
Not much comment, all the children also stepped forward, walking in line with Quin who became the guide.
Back again a long journey was made, their entire luminous gaze shone in all directions. Stepping very carefully. And even they had a conversation, a discussion that might be a bit heavy, about the 18th world war, the problem of these children's discussions was the scathing criticisms of the government as well as the defeat of the war.
They are indeed small children, but adult problems are often the main topic in the conversation.
All of that happened after seeing the similarities of their parents that can be said to play a big role in the decision to state, such as Arista who became a country orphan his parents died in the battlefield.
For that similarity, they seem to form a path of destiny just to correct the mistakes of adults, especially their parents.
Indeed they are only children who are still full of imaginative, but the experience has whipped their souls to encourage them to conclude that the outside world is chaotic and if not repaired then the apocalypse will arrive.
They are well aware that they are the next generation of the nation, they are well aware that many people are actually suffering in this war.
Heroes have become the meaning of life for them and saving society has become their way of life, children who have been shaped by suffering and suffering it shapes their mindset.
Now, as the nation's next generation, they struggle to form a good name in their city.
The time that passed accompanied the step towards a long distance, fatigue was hindered because their optimistic attitude was very concentrated, their short legs continued to form a trail, both in the forest and in life, he said, they do not complain, but discussions about how curious children are about what kind of circumstances, or what love becomes topicality during this long journey. Plus, all kinds of opinions from parents fill the travel time.
“My father said, death is painful, but .. I myself have not felt it,” said the red-haired boy.
“But .. said my father, if we die sacrificing our souls for the sake of society, then our death is glory and it does not hurt,” connect pingai haired daughter aka Quin.
“You're dead, where are you going?” asked Arista innocently who was not tired of carrying a bag in front of her body.
“Ahhh .. said my mother... After we die, we will choose, want to be born again, or want to rest in heaven and enjoy eternity ...,” replied the long black haired boy.
“Terus ... Where are you going?” ask again Arista who is walking at the very back.
By scratching his head, in confusion, the long black-haired boy simply replied, “I don't know .. 'will I still be here, not dead.”
The words that seemed innocent were only responded to with a whimper by Arista.
The journey continues, the stories of how curious their souls are to the minds, work, and opinions of adults continue to accompany their journey.
Moreover the Energy pills began to be distributed to every child, inevitably their long journey had to bear the fatigue. But it did not become their complaint, they remained optimistic in their rescue mission. Still able to smile happily even in the forest of Death. And consider this an exciting adventure.
No matter how long they had been traveling, but the dawn had fallen, casting aside the darkness of the starry night, revealing the black veil of the night on the day that turned bright, though the tiny clouds seemed to gather, and the, that doesn't stop the baskara rays from showing off their light.
Their short legs continue to move to take distances looking for stealth, leaving the contest for the honor of the so-called heroes, fatigue has become an important part of their struggle, so ignored.
Still treading the dry black soil, and to fill the saturation, their curious talk of the world continues to hum the comfort of time, serving reality.
“Friends ... do you still hold that dream?” ask Nerta who is walking behind Quin.
“Cita-ideas to be a city hero ...? Of course yes!” answer Quin.
“Dong sure,” connect red-haired boy and long black-haired boy compactly. And that similarity makes them laugh.
“I want to be a hero!” timpal Arista containing the answer 'iya'.
“Good .. because ...,” Nerta's greeting faltered because of an awkward thing.
Their steps came to a halt in unison and were still staring with light from their eyes, forming a circular formation, standing back to each other, wary of all corners of the wind.
“There are other moves! Hacim ...,” complained Nerta with a serious look.
“Iya! There's someone!” connect the red-haired boy by clenching his hands over his chest.
“Be careful friend!” timpal boy long black hair.
“I'm always ready for this!” reveal Arista with two clenched hands aligned with the shoulders.
“And I'm ready to teach anyone who gets in the way of our dreams!” chirping Quin with two hands has wrapped in red energy ready to attack.
All the silence that spread momentarily, a strange storm emerged from the Southeast, entering the reality of their journey.
'Woush' Quin instantly darted forward and dealt a punch at the person.
'Trang' 'Trang' 'Trang' all Quin' punch managed to be pushed aside by the two strange man's wings, wings that were like iron that were able to pull off any blows Quin energy.
But the incident suddenly stopped the figure who turned out the woman was talking, “Stop the boys, stop!”
After doing the back salto, to two feet Quin managed to tread on the ground and immediately stood in the middle of his friends. Making the five children put on a serious face full of vigilance and probing.
Their eyes remained radiant, as well as the neutrals of this mysterious woman; shining a light.
She's a black-cavy-robed woman with a headscarf covering her head, a big robe, she has two strange wings, unlike the generally Elf race, she has two, her black-clad carrying bag was attached in front of her body, standing around her waist, her sky-blue net was so intensely scanning the five children standing in front of her within 4 meters.
“Why can boys like you be here?” whip the mysterious woman with her hoarse voice.
Instantly the five children looked at each other questioningly, feeling strange about this meeting and feeling that the woman in front of them did not seem to be a demon.