To You, Myself
He Wants to Protect Someone

The sky becomes the background, as fragrant as a magical flower to blow following the wind into a complement to the stage and the arrangement of the atmosphere. Under the cloudy cloud of a teenage boy, standing majestically with a sword, in his heart he burned with a raging rage. Painted with a rather complicated expression.

With each movement implied warita will slide in harmony, with the clang of the bell on the left wrist to arrange the rhythm in such a way. Containing rhythm and harmony symbolizes strength, then weakness. He danced silenced, with unspoken words.

"It's very..."

Siska's sparkling eyes signified the joy of seeing men with her sword dance, but gradually this girl felt an oddity. Around a row of flowers in open bloom, surrounding the dancer who was busy looking beyond the distance of space, created a circle of enchanting beauty. Followed by the petals of flowers wandering around, with faces full of sadness.

A girl watched, lured to the man who looked far past the girl even though his eyes met each other, Dijara did not heed. Glued on a strong step, treading the ground gently, he was fixated on the dance being witnesses of beauty and caring.

Between movement and leap, Dijara expresses infinite love, telling a joyful story that wraps up a regret. The content of the beautiful sword dance, uniting two souls who from the beginning have been linked, filling the heart and mind empty embroider life in an inseparable dream, then set aside.

With the ringing of soft bells, dance crests that carve a smile in memory, reveal the whole in melody. Dijara bowed while lamenting, looking at the beautiful world he had. Wishing all the stories that pass, the immortals unfold in the real past this dance.

"Truly, you're like telling a story in style." Siska clapped her hands, saying with a faint smile that was hiding a sumringah. Even if he seems a little want to say something, but harbored it.

While attending the festival, they both enjoy the celebration of this season and the public celebrates with joy. As they go around, try out various games and taste food almost in all the shops across the street. Although Siska tried to behave like the judge, he naturally immediately exchanged attitudes to the true nature of the Dijara.

Siska said she saw Dijara's expression, while dancing she seemed to show love and happiness in the beginning when starting the dance. However, the last moments of Dijara like expressing anger and hate through decisive movements. More aggressively to the sword.

"So, I think you created a unique sword style that's not just for fighting, so I took the initiative to see it again and you're like..."

"Want to protect someone" Dijara added Siska. This man really saw himself the girl he loved in the appearance and conduct of Siska, so he forgot so much, behaving like Dijara without any memory of the past. Scared him to the point where Dijara tried to forget him.

He did not want the curse to disappear, so that the girl would always curse and imprison him. This guy doesn't care. He still faces Siska, as an ordinary man as well as Dijara. He let out a long sigh looking up at the sky looking at a bird, as the nobles and the royal family boarded the carriage greeting the people escorted by this march of the army.

Siska looked at the man next door, with a face thinking about something. As his mind drifted about, Siska pulled Dijara back to the southern city and on his way to the union all the hunters were looking at Dijara. Sharp and full of their dislike for him blatantly.

"What are you doing?"

They split up in front of the union, because if there is no duty he intends to be lazy until the afternoon, then help grandfather to finish quickly. Along the way to the house there are people, who always look at Dijara as if he was a criminal. Without thinking about it, this teenage boy continued to advance towards his home.

Before entering there was Ria, father. Waiting for his one-on-one son to come home with an anxious expression, then hurriedly dragged Dijara inside and asked her to sit down. In wonder Dijara sat cross-legged, followed by mother after putting drinks and rest in front of them both like discussing something.

"Why. My face now looks like a monster, until the hunters see me?" Dijara threw a question, he glanced at father after saying.

"No. Your face is already handsome," this man raised his face like he was boasting a curve. "Because you inherited father's good looks!" Add him to the initial sentence, making Dijara stare with disdain, just as mother treated this man so.

Throwing away this joke Riia explained the instant situation they went to the festival, the news that Siska and Dijara were both directly spread throughout the southern city when they left. However, most wrong is one of the essays, Dara and Kiara turned the news circulating into unfounded accusations without evidence. As a result, there are people who believe and do not. The rest is neutral.

Siska could be considered one of the nobles, as the caste looked over the large capacity of magic energy and the girl had the greatest capacity. Being ranked second, after a prince who almost became the strongest, because he had never lost in magic or the science of using weapons. He was a born genius.

"Why then? He who wants to see me, after all the father who told me that Siska and the others are waiting at the gate, is not it!" Dijara said giving off a bit of emotion. She doesn't like being the subject of motherhood gossip.

Dad smiled wryly, he pointed at mom like sales who showed their superior product, "your mom almost killed a granny because they mocked you. Dijara uses the knowledge of the devil, he said."

"Hasn't the devil been exterminated slaughtered by you humans, then what does demonic-power have to do with me?" Murmured Dijara he lowered his head, feeling that this would be complicated.

Then they told him again, Dara who spread information if Dijara uses evil science from the devil to mislead the poor girl's heart. With a strange dance, Siska dedicates to the resurrection of the race from the devil. Plus Dara convinced when they duel, there is a demon figure behind Dijara to fight.

Feeling that enough is enough, Kaira suddenly enters this story adding to Dijara's emotions how troublesome he is in the hunt as well as other things. Another absurd thing is that Dijara went to the festival, to influence the daughter of a noble, planning to seize the power of the country through people in making Dijara full of emotions.

"Sir, let's kill them!" Suddenly the voice of this Dijara became heavy, shocking both parents. The reflex after saying that he hit himself and shouted, "fill the heart out yourself, don't think about it. Haha."

"Let's just mom. Mothers used to be hunters ranked third, they were just dust for mothers." said Liana, Dijara's mother. Just the moment the speech made Riia frantically rush to drag her in, but the words from mother were right, she immediately made the numbness of the father's hand as she hugged him from behind.