Sahir Mirah Bengis Hatma System
Chapter 01: Mirah Bengis Hatma
Laughter filled the classroom, five middle students bulldozed a teenager with red eyes not reacting to the actions of his classmates. On the contents of the head now, consider why when there is someone who asks for help in public ... Precisely even..
"People are going to watch it first, and then there's volunteering to help him.Posting on social media accounts and many more things that, according to Hatma, doesn't help.." he said.
This teenager was unmoving, giving birth to a feeling of penchant for continuing to act on these bullies. The only thing that really helped him, was the bell to come home, when they heard the sound they immediately left.
Gradually the students left the class, sometimes words of encouragement began to be thrown by some people who tried to cheer him up. Hatma touches the forehead, thinking if they give a medicine that lightens the burden rather than one that removes the burden, though bitter.
"As if.. Hatma is their smart phone game," he said. Following a sharp flutter leads Hatma to rest on both feet.
"Hatma, are you okay?" A girl patted him on the shoulder from the side. After the girl hit him slowly, Hatma took a sling and left.
Hatma turned her head and said, "don't be so nosy. Don't you have any activities?"
With lightness this girl shook her head to the right left. Stay firm swing both feet with Hatma. Making this teenage boy uncomfortable, as if he wanted to quickly leave it alone, rather than always take care of himself.
"You're very upsetting" Hatma said glancing without turning her head. The two parted at the school gate, without the slightest bit of Hatma glancing at the girl waving to him.
Hatma adjusted the girl's attitude despite knowing what she was doing, for a teenager and difficulties in expression. He's really hard to talk, his coldness becomes a start for bullies, getting targets.
The people around him make Hatma the center of attention while, no one focuses on someone at all times or forever, they are still busy with work and life. Hatma was so, even though she always considered her decision.
"Did Hatma just accept that offer?"
After muttering to himself. He found a red stone on the street, Hatma folded her knees and rested on her feet. Coinciding with too bright the sunlight, make Hurip's glistening view unable to see.
When Hatma held this stone, she knew exactly what it was in her hand. A mirah or red gemstone, coincidentally last night staying up until morning blind, read a story of sahir who used magic through this mirah.
...[.Ting's]...
...[.Master has fulfilled the requirements!]...
...[...]...
...[.Alrighty! Now, from now on you are the Bengis Sahir!]...
Hatma with her flat face gaping, while the passersby suspected her enough like a lost person. A projection similar to a futuristic and game-themed phone screen, Hatma hit her forehead repeatedly, just another oddity appeared. This screen followed his eyes.
This teenager took his cell phone, while looking at the reflection of the face there is no strange screen floating. It was as if being in his vision alone, and could not be seen by others, making this teenager lose his mind for a moment.
...[.Task : kill all four Sahir Destroyers]...
"H-Huh? What does it mean ..." His speech came to a halt instantly as soon as other writings appeared.
...[.Gift: granting all wishes]...
"Can emotions be?" Ask.
"As long as Hatma can," Hatma gulps, "so. have an overflow of feelings that develop and recede in a short time, then... Will Hatma do."
Not long after, a no/yes button appears under the writing creating confusion for him. He could neither grasp nor digest these words, their meaning was unknown to him and despite knowing, Hatma did not understand.
He closed his eyes for a moment expecting the screen floating in his vision to disappear, then when in the room, he wanted this object to appear again and not hallucinations after getting bullied.
"It's completely gone.. No, move to the upper left end? The defense? The magic? A jantur?" The heart of Hatma observes everything.
He let out a long sigh as he stepped back, even though his eyes looked in front of his mind drifting somewhere. Because he is in the world, but his mind in another realm that is certainly far away and does not feel he has arrived in the yard of the house.
A woman patted her forehead and said, "You're home yet? Why would."
"No, school time is ..."
"Ah, don't be confused teacher, aunt knows."
Hatma entered the house, found dry blood at the door not yet cleaned. He pretended not to see and went to the room, with the moping durja firmly attached. In the room he looked at the ceiling of his adoptive father's house.
At the thought of it appearing on the screen earlier, he was also aghast to suddenly pop out just like that without warning. His breath hunts when he wants to choose the yes/no button, as if hesitant to press it, but he remains adamant.
"Hamba sudi as khadam Tuan" Hatma said softly barely making a sound.
He even remembered the sweet memories of the past, moments like a father accompanied him to play. In a similar VR game, with her foster father and since then Hatma remembers how to make a smile, she has now forgotten how.
Similar to regulating the abilities in the game, Hatma derescends abilities as well as magic and magic. At the same time, he thought this was his own imagination and reached out with a tense hand targeting the window. However, not according to his mind was precisely the fire coming out from his ring finger, gradually enveloping his wrist.
"No, Hatma must have fantasized too strongly," her mind as she stood stepping onto the pile of paper on the trash can. When touching her with a fiery wrist, Hatma actually burned, feeling the real heat.
"No, no, no, no, no, this must be just an image that these eyes are looking at.."
Hatma tried to convince himself, in fact now everything he tried actually happened to create many miracles. Sweat squeaked from the forehead, the face of disbelief was really impregnated, even though he was now long-lasting until he fell asleep in sleep with his dream.
...***...
In the evening, Hatma's eyelids woke up with tears on both cheeks. As a result of the dream Hatma refused to sleep, he looked at the wall clock and on his study table, a plate with dinner was presented neatly.
...[.Optional Tasks: hunting Rablis]...
After wondering what the Lord was, the explanation of the creature was ringing in Hatma's head. A human-statured creature, living in a dark place, has the ability to absorb the lives of others to make them stronger. Only Sahir can see.
"Hatma, if there is an opportunity, you can get an expression, then take it and do not hesitate. Expecting the dead to live again, that's ridiculous."
Hatma took her breath away while devouring her dinner, still warm and tasteless. Since losing someone, Hatma can not feel or enjoy food, even the breeze can not be enjoyed for him confused.
He rested on both of his legs, a sharp flickering that targeted the closet giving birth to a pesky feeling. This man approached the large chest where he kept the clothes, he opened the closet door and grabbed a slightly thick pointed blade.