Travel Stories
If only if

The journey between the two of them did not take too long. But even for Typhoons accustomed to a variety of low-light night hikes, this trail is quite difficult. Shrubs and various types of vines grow like a hallway that seems specifically designed for the way for someone with a similar body size Andini. As the Typhoon continued to struggle with various twigs that were involved in various places, the little girl sauntered like a fish in the river. His clear clinking voice like a wind clapper seemed to be more cheerful as the steps brought them closer to the place he had lived all this time. Hope is high. The soft-spoken brother said that he could learn medicine, and more fun, he had forced to buy food for the three of them. Grandma would be happy...

And suddenly, a bright sky full of stars appeared above the head of the Typhoon.

"It's Andin's house, brother." the little girl was cheerful. His small hand was raised, pointing at a hut made of bamboo, which seemed to emerge from the middle of the tangle of thickets. The vines intertwine perfectly on the roof of the rumbia, forming a new roof for the rickety building. The girl immediately stepped up, pushing the rickety bamboo fence and her little voice immediately rang, hailing her beloved Grandma.

"Great as well as you. This place is already like a forest fairy residence like. You formed it?"

But only a tired snort answered his question. The grandmother's spirit stopped interacting when she finished telling Andini's story. But Typhoon knows he's not going anywhere. The seal he used, was even capable of trapping an entity that was hundreds of times stronger than this little spirit.

Typhoons are not just talking. This place is fascinating. The path on the path was indeed annoying, but with a little adjustment, it would definitely be able to turn into a patio with natural canopies. And this place?

The densely woven bush bushes form a wall that fortifies the main house, a rickety bamboo tile, each part of which, patched and reinforced by various types of plant tendrils. Meanwhile, in the courtyard in front of the hut was a courtyard with neat grass, while a simple bamboo fence, was, which apparently will not be able to survive if not reinforced by various types of tendrils of the same plant, stand upright and give the impression of beautiful and natural.

"Really, you're great."

"If you will, let me take care of the boy longer, Young man. He will only weigh down your steps. Let him be with me here. You've seen even I don't have bad intentions for her..."

The cyclone breathed. The story of the little boy was much more sad than her. Abandoned in a place like this, in a rickety hut amid thickets of bush with no possibility of being found by other humans. Who would have thought that this abandoned place had a tree spirit that developed a sense of pity on the helpless God creature left to die.

"I'm sorry, but I can't. Humans and demons cannot live together. If only you hadn't chosen to be tangible and remain a tree spirit like before, there might still be a chance. But not now." sighed Typhoon slowly. His gaze continued to follow the small figure that seemed to enter the rickety hut without hesitation. A growing sense of compassion filled himself when he saw the little girl constantly trying to find the only figure he knew and cared about.

"But you can see all this, even with your eyes, son... Don't you have a heart?" reply to that voice again in the mind of the Typhoon. The urgent tone and the intense sadness contained in that sentence momentarily shook his intention to stop this all.

The cyclone shook slowly. He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it without trying to hear anything more. This decision is hard, but inevitably, it's what needs to be done.

"That's it... You eat the souls of other creatures to strengthen yourself. Even though you did it so you could give life to other creatures, it's wrong! From the trace of your presence, I'm sure, you even dragged living humans into death so you could eat their souls, right? It's been. It must stop." the Typhoon's sergeant cut off the roar of supplications and urges that kept ringing in his mind.

"Sister, I can't find Grandma." a worried voice rang the Typhoon from her mind for a moment.

"Young man, please... Don't tell Andini all this. I'm willing to disappear from my existence, but please don't tell him any of this... I know my mistake, but I'm begging you, don't tell him this"

"Sister? Brother, please help Andin find grandma, sister... Grandma is not well. Grandma's sick.. Brother, please.." said the little girl slowly. The worry contained in his voice that began to tremble in sobs was heart-breaking.

Seeing the little girl begin to dissolve in worry, Typhoon could only sigh heavily. The feeling of worry being left behind the only known figure for life was terrifying, and Typhoon knew what it was like..

"I can give you a chance to say goodbye... That's all I can do." Sighed Typhoon tired. She was overwhelmed with memories when the day Mom died. His eyes were full of tears without being able to bear as his hands began to move in the tangle of release mudras.

"That's the best I can get. Thank you, young man." the sigh of voice in the mind of Typhoon. The flash of powerful memories and feelings contained in the young man's mind crept up and nailed a very strong feeling of sadness into his own mind to the point of being extremely agonizing.

"Andin?" along with the presence of that voice, a strong presence appeared, as if giving rise to a feeling of the presence of a savage beast lurking and ready to pounce. But as short as his arrival, that terrible presence disappeared and was replaced by a light whistle of wind and carried a strong scent of the forest.

"Nickneck!" without delay, the little girl immediately ran towards the sound the old woman heard. The excitement seemed to radiate out of him, as he immediately embraced the figure he loved as soon as he found it.

Looking at the incident, the Typhoon could only smile wryly. It is only natural that the spirit of this tree will choose to be a demon and eat human souls to survive. For spirits, being able to manifest a physical body is a struggle similar to drying the ocean with a leaky, exhausting and futile bottle.

But even though it does not happen like that, the existence of creatures like this should not mix with humans. They have their own nature, and the Creator did create a different place for both. Mixing will only cause things that are not good for both.

"Grandma, this is Cyclone. She's kind. He said he could take grandma's medicine.. And he bought food, Grandma..."

The storm came out of his own mind. When he saw, a hint of grievous feelings mixed with rage emerged from his heart. The figure of the old grandmother only embodies the physical form in which she came into contact with Andini. To struggle all this time, even in the way that this Demon did, would definitely be extremely heavy for him.

"Pacify yourself, young man. His vision was closed. You'll be able to open it.." reply slowly.

Brazen, and it turns out that their nation can also do this so far???

"Wait, let me see that pendant you're wearing, son." said the Grandma quietly, who was replied by spinning both balls by Typhoon.

"*Huh, good drama. I bought it at the market."

"Help me a little, young man. I've agreed to die in your hands, at least let this girl remember me in this way*..."

"Why, Grandma?"

"Before yo Nduk, the pendant this guy wore was similar to yours." said the grandmother slowly.

But Typhoon still took off and handed the necklace he was wearing to the grandmother. A little bit, he knew what he was going to do. With his ability, creating such a thing out of wood would not be difficult at all.

"You wait a minute, Nduk. Let me find that thing. It seems to be in the pile of old things that come with you..."

"Huh, silly old demon. Maybe you'd better be a soap opera producer, you seem to be talented..."

But the old grandma just grunted. He only took a few steps from Andini, heading to a tree standing by a bamboo fence. His hand reached out to the ground as the tree root coiled out like a snake from within the ground obeying his orders. His hand waved as the root seemed to split and swallow the pendant he threw.

"Ehm, what do you mean, sister?" ask Andini slowly.

"I don't know, Nduk. Obviously, the locket I got from someone who raised me. He said the locket was with me when I was found. He said, maybe that's the sign my parents left me.." said Anton slowly while cursing in his heart.

What kind of stupid lie is this? maybe people believe. My age and this girl are adrift for so long, where is there a human who is so stupid to throw a baby up to twice with the same sign as the span of years so far try??? Silly plot. Silly demon!!!

The inner Typhoon continued to roar with incessant scolding. He could have guessed what the Demon was about to do, but he was left with no choice. Doubt, shame, annoyance and various helpless feelings emerged as he subconsciously glanced towards the little girl who was now sitting beside him, but the sight that greeted his eyes was far from expected..

The little girl widened her eyes, even without any ability to see. Her small hand moved covering her mouth in great shock.

"Ah. ah, could it be true? A.. Wh.. Is it possible that you're my brother??"

Good.and he believed... Great, really great...

The typhoon actually smiled wryly without any other ability to explain anything. Whether this girl is so stupid or innocent or maybe even playing drama like her, she really can't say. Which after all, fix, he has a new sister that he has to take care of from now on...

"already.. No need to look too similar. I accept and will take care of this girl with all my abilities. You can leave quietly." sizzled soft Typhoon. He understood the old demon's wish well.

"I'm not doing it for you, son. I consider this girl more than my own existence. I gave him a future..."

Along with the sighs that had appeared in the Cyclone's mind, suddenly a terrifying presence pressed down on him fiercely. The roots as thick as a baby's thighs emerged from the ground and tied both hands, legs and wrapped around his body firmly, sealing any possible movements. The roots even began to circle his fingers, eliminating the possibility of forming even the slightest mudra. And when the roots stopped moving, the Typhoon was already lying on its back, with the braid of roots nailing its body to the ground.

"Damn it! What do you mean by all this, Demon??!"

"Let me say goodbye to my girl quietly without any interference from you, young man.. Just calm down there..."

And the light shot out quickly, smashing into the Typhoon's forehead and dispelling its consciousness...