The Destiny of the Demon Sword
My name is Orange
There is no day without war, that is the picture that is happening in the Majang continent today.
Whether the main purpose of the war is never known when it ends, everything only results in damage, destruction and even death.
A little boy about six years old seemed to be limping on all fours from a pile of corpses that were constantly rotting, he was trying his luck to find something he could find to fill his hungry stomach.
With the rest of his strength he continued to crawl among the pile of corpses scattered around him.
His body was soiled with blood and the fishy smell of dead bodies hitting him, he tirelessly continued to search for anything he could eat.
His face was so pale, his eyes were blending with his teeth that kept clashing hunger in his stomach.
The stinging stench was no longer ignored, he was used to seeing and touching pieces of body and blood that splattered.
Luckily, the location is not far from the logistic wooden boxes scattered.
"Ah, I finally found some food" he said full of haru after opening a wooden box nearby.
No matter whether the food was still edible or not, he greedily ate a lot of food made from dried kettle and tuber tubers.
The sound of horse footsteps from a distance surprised him, he who was busy chewing directly hid into the pile of corpses.
Two men dressed as soldiers approached him.
"Hey, are you sure there's a food source left around here?" Ask a skinny man.
"Yes, I'm sure here is the location, look at the piles of corpses of those soldiers, from their uniforms they are not combat soldiers, I'm sure they're logistics-carrying soldiers" the other man replied after observing.
"Look at that there's a wooden box strewn about, let's go over there" the skinny man with a sigh.
Upon arriving, the two men directly descended from his horse then checked the wooden box he found.
"Hey, this looks like it just opened, try to notice this food looks clean, when the lid has opened" the slightly fat man told his friend.
"It looks like there's still a living, are we going to check on these bodies?" ask the skinny curious man.
"No need, we should bring the box that is still intact and then rush back to the camp" he replied.
The two left with two boxes of food each.
The little boy who had been listening was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Thank God" he nodded and came out of his hiding place.
He then looked around, making sure no one else came to his place.
After feeling the atmosphere was safe, the little boy then packed the remaining food and put it in his clothes and went towards the river in a hurry due to the condition of his body that was still weak.
But just a few steps he walked, his body staggered to the right to the left unbalanced feel so intense dizziness and then fell unconscious.
A few days later the little boy woke up from his stupor.
"My food! Thankfully, there are still" he said, recalling his food.
The little boy resumed his journey, this time his body is much better than before, he began to walk normally stepping his feet towards the river not far from the village which left the debris of the former war.
"Ah, fresh" said the child was so happy to be able to feel the fresh water that soaked his entire body, not to forget he also drank water while diving.
He remembered his dirty clothes and immediately took them and washed them as he had seen from his mother when washing.
After finishing cleaning himself and his clothes, the child immediately looked back at the sky while waiting for the clothes he was drying.
Under the towering tree and the faint blazing sun shining down on him, the child remembered the fate of his family who had been killed in the war.
"Mother, Father, Brother, Grandpa, Grandma and all my family, forgive me for not being able to do anything to help you" she exclaimed with tears streaming down her cheeks.
Continuing to cry over his fate, the child fell asleep by itself.
The day turned night, the roar of the wind burst into her tiny body that was not wearing anything, the child woke up feeling cold and rushed to take the clothes that had been dried and immediately put on them.
The darkness of the night and the breezy wind spread the smell of carcasses from the piles of corpses that were mostly villagers, not one bit made him afraid of the atmosphere that was so gripping in the silence of the night.
He had witnessed for himself the gripping atmosphere of war in which many bodies were drawn spears, heads separated from their bodies, body parts cut off, and so on, a torrent of blood flooded the ground and even his relatives died before him.
It only remembers when the dead had to be buried, as the villagers used to do before it eventually became a battlefield.
This was the time he had been waiting for where there was no longer the sound of screams and the clash of metal that was mutual.
His footsteps quickly headed for his flat room, he took the hoe of his late grandfather.
His tiny hand with a limp continued to swing the hoe trunk digging the ground not far from his house.
"Ah, dammit! Why are there still people coming, I just want to bury my family's body" he lamented resentfully at the sound of horse footsteps from a distance.
He then hid behind a tree trunk lying not far from where he was digging.
Soon an old man with a long white beard arrived near the hole the child dug.
"Get out sweet boy, grandfather won't hurt you" the white-clothed grandfather went straight down from the horse's back.
The child looked doubtful, but after noticing the grandfather whose face looked good, he ventured out of hiding.
"Whose grandfather?" ask the child to be bold.
"Ha ha ha, maybe you would be surprised to hear that because grandfather is not from this continent" replied the grandfather as he stroked his beard.
"Hem, you can call me grandfather Zhang, my name is Tang Xie Zhang, I am from the Sun continent in the far east" the grandfather added.
"Now what's your name sweet boy?" ask the grandfather.
"I was called ujang by my family, but I don't know what my name is" replied the boy only knew his nickname.
(Ujang is a call for boys on the island of Batik in the western part of the Majang continent).
"Oh so apparently, well grandfather will give you a new name, your name is Tang Xie Orange, do you like your new name?" said Grandpa Zhang gave the name.
"I like Kek, although strange as it sounds, my name is now Orange" said the child so happy to get a new name.