THE TRACES OF THE FRIENDSHIP OF SPIRITIS AND HUMAN.
CHAPTER 1 (XIUHUAN SPIRIT)
"Xiuhuan, I believe you are destined to become a spirit god in the future, I also believe this war will end peacefully because you are the leader."
"If I am reborn in the next life, I hope our friendship still continues but with a better flow. Thank ye... "
"Thank you for all the fun and challenging trips haha, I really hope to be reborn and be your friend"
"... Now that there's no time left, that demon man will turn the entire universe into hell if you don't stop him immediately"
"Let me go quietly because after this I will be reunited with my sister, sorry I can only be your friend until here. But, in the next life I won't be careless and bother you anymore, "with the body drenched in blood and the battered face of Chang yi stretched weakly because an attack must hit his body, there he appeared to be accompanied by Xiuhuan who had been his companion all along.
Long before human life, in a desert with a storm so strong. The entire sand plain that was originally soft when setting foot there, is now in a bath of lots of fresh blood with a deep red color, a group of people were heard roaring when one of the men with devil-like horns on his head took out a dragon with a black wisp of smoke.
"Everything is over this dragon has risen and fused with my body, you guys are just doing the pointless thing. It's no use how much power you put out it won't affect me."
The originally dark sky suddenly turned red with the accompaniment of rain and thunder booming which was the beginning of a great destruction, the air began to feel cold with the presence of darkness that enveloped the universe.
At that time Xiuhuan was lamenting his sadness because the friend who had always been beside him had to die in the midst of the war that was going on, with a furious look on his face he left Chang yi's body and walked up to Jiao Long whose entire body was enveloped by black magic.
At his third step, he turned into a white dragon with an enormous body.
"For me this is the beginning of peace, this war will be a witness."
Xiuhuan was seen releasing a huge fireball from his mouth with an arrow connected to it, which then shot rapidly towards Jiao Long. As the arrow struck him, a huge explosion rang out that caused the entire universe to tremble until humans felt the horrors of the war.
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Three years before the great war the entire universe seemed so peaceful...
"On a mountain that people call spirit mountain there is a forest that is often referred to as holy forest. The forest was inhabited by a group of spirits that could transform into white dragons. The forest was also home to the spirits of white dragons since time immemorial" said an old woman whose right hand carried a long staff to support her old body. He was surrounded by children who listened to his story while sitting down.
"They are human like us, the difference is that they can change into a white dragon or what we often refer to as a spirit. Not only that, all over their bodies were filled with unusual magic, their strength was immense, there had even been one that made a huge hill collapse with just a flick of a finger."
Every sentence he spoke made the children who listened to him be amazed by his story.
"They're great"
"I want to be like them too"
"Can I meet them?"
The children expressed their admiration at the time, they also described the spirits in their own imaginary way.
"Ordinary people like us can't be a part of them, ordinary people who don't have blood ties to them are obviously different"
The bustling atmosphere of the city and the noise of people passing by seemed to be the wind then for the children because they listened to the story very seriously.
"Until now there has never been a human who saw the sacred forest and met them, already thousands of people are looking for their existence but nothing works" he continued while looking at the towering mountain in the north which was tens of kilometers from the city where he was.
At the same time, there, in the forest filled with tall and large trees, came the sound of birds chirping together. Their noisy voices could be heard all over the forest.
However, one thing that attracted the attention of all of them was a small white dragon sitting atop one of the tree branches overlooking the forest and mountains far in front of him.
What he was doing was sleeping with the rays of the sun shining on his body, something that caught his attention was his white and sparkling scales. There was also a fire sign on his forehead.
In the middle of his deep sleep, a small bird suddenly approached him, he then pecked at the head of the sleeping animal, I don't know what he meant.
The little bird suddenly flew away when the little dragon woke up, saw that he did not stay still and then chased after it by flying using his little wings.
He looks skilled and agile while avoiding the trees there. Maybe the reason the little bird did that was because he wanted to play with it? so he pecked his head.
From a distance both look like they are playing, but the reality is not. Unfortunately while flying at high speed the little dragon let his guard down and missed a big tree in front of him, in the end he crashed into the tree and made it fall.
"CRUMBLE!"
"Argh ... fucking bird!"
Not long after, a man groaned in pain from where the animal had just fallen.
Up close, a tall and burly man was sitting holding his waist because he had just fallen from a height. His eyes glared at the bird that was flying higher and farther away from him, although he looked cold his attitude was very contrary to his face.
"You'll definitely reply," he said as he stood up.
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The man is now near a fairly large lake, there is also a spring that flows from the river not far from it. He was washing his face with lake water with both hands.
"What am I doing? why would I do such a stupid thing? in the end I suffered myself" he murmured while washing his face.
After he finished he then looked at the lake in front of him and let his face get wet. The man seemed to sigh and then spoke to himself.
"No, I should like it. Because all this time he was also a friend who accompanied me here, but the way he bothered me when I fell asleep was too much."
He then stood up and moved away from the lake, then sat on one of the branches of the tree where he had previously slept. After that, he placed his right hand on his leg knee and leaned against the tree while looking at the tall cliff that was far from his eyes looking at.
Xiuhuan, the white dragon spirit who lives in the sacred forest. All the same people seemed to choose to go to their realm including his family to live a peaceful life away from the humans who were at war at that time.
She used to live alone with her older brother there, but before long her older brother also decided to go after the others, as he was bored in the forest because there were only the two of them.
When her brother asked her to come along, Xiuhuan refused because for her the holy forest was more pleasant than having to live with many people.
Xiuhuan preferred a place that was not too crowded and also quiet, when he was close to people or heard a boisterous voice he would feel disturbed because Xiuhuan hated the crowd.
After his elder brother left, Xiuhuan's only friend was his white bamboo flute and sometimes the little bird earlier. He loved the instrument so much that almost every day he played it to eliminate the atmosphere of silence in the sacred forest.
"Just as usual" he whispered, then took out his flute.
Xiuhuan started to blow on the thing and played a soothing song. The birds that had been chirping were now silent as if they wanted to listen to him.
Trees blown by the wind were also seen enjoying the song, a gentle breeze was unceasingly blowing past it and the warm morning sun was also accompanying him.
XIuhuan started to close his eyes and play a calming song, after reaching the final tone he reopened his eyes and looked towards the west.
"There are a lot of people living there"
Not knowing what he was thinking, Xiuhuan did not stop looking over there. Every day after playing his flute or before playing it the man always looked towards the west.
His daydreams instantly froze when suddenly his stomach made a sound that indicated he was hungry.
"Oh my gosh, I forgot to fill my stomach, "he was seen holding his stomach which just rang.
Xiuhuan then jumped from the top of the tree that was high enough where he had previously been, he was about to find food to fill his stomach. Xiuhuan arrived at one of the trees full of apples, thoughtlessly picking one of the apples and eating it.
"One is still lacking" he said as he chewed an apple in his mouth.
He then went down and approached the tree, then elbowed it and said. "I'm still hungry"
As the apples fell, Xiuhuan gathered them one by one and ate them under the tree.
Xiuhuan was a spirit that was not as strong as the others because the pure Soul in his body was flawed or imperfect when he was born.
Even so Xiuhuan had never thought about it, he did not care if it did not have as much magic as people like him. On the contrary, XiuHuan had always wanted to live like an ordinary person who was not surrounded by magic, that was why he always looked towards the west because there many people lived and lived ordinary lives.
Sometimes he also thought of staying among them, but because he did not like the crowd Xiuhuan hesitated to do so and never came down from the mountain.
The last time she spoke to her brother was about sixty-seven years ago, so now she is starting to feel lonely because she continues to live alone in the forest.
"Do I have to go back and gather with other spirits?"
Xiuhuan momentarily daydreamed and thought about what she would do because now she was already bored with the forest like her brother.
He then turned his attention to the apple in his hand that he had bitten and glanced briefly towards the west.
"T-no"
"Now that's not what I want," Xiuhuan took out his flute and played it with one of his hands.
"I will not return before seeing human life, I will walk from the west and return from the east to be able to feel their lives and dispel my curiosity"