Travel Stories
Waiting Morning

The mug containing the warm drink slipped out of Kay's hand unconsciously as her mind filled with the sound of someone's screams that she began to yearn for unconsciously. The intense fear, worry and desire to endure that emanated from the voice was coated with sadness and a sense of reluctance to leave..

Rayna!!!

The young man didn't even think. The glass that floated down had not even touched the ground as it squeezed out every single energy he had to run. Without stopping to use the footwear, Kay rushed to move as fast as she could. A flash of mental vision carried away by Rayna's voice showed a piece of the ghastly face that she knew would be where, and the place was more than 10 minutes away from this place...

Stupid ghost! I hope I'm not late. What was he looking for there???

Various thoughts full of the word "why" continued to flash in his brain as the young man continued to force every cell in his body to move faster. Worry even prompted him to chant various spells, hoping that the power would be able to make him run faster, or even fly, which of course, would never happen.

"RAY IT!!! RAYNAY!!!"

"RAYNA, ANSWER ME, GOD DAMN IT!!!"

Damn, damn, damn!!! if something happens to her, what should I do???

Kay continued running regardless of anything. He just kept squeezing all his power to reach that cursed place. Fear and worry grow stronger as the seconds continue to be wasted even though he runs like an equilibrium, regardless even if he has to accept various types of swearing and swearing from many people he hit. His eyes continued wildly searching, though glued to one point, the traffic light pole across the street, hoping nothing bad had happened, and there he was...

Just across the traffic pole, far from the roadside, his figure sat with his hands hugging his knees firmly. Seems like a really great fear almost paralyzed him.

Hesitating, Kay stepped closer to the figure that was currently immersing her face strongly, while the glow surrounding her body continued to thin and fluctuate.

"Ray?"

But the girl's reaction was so strong when Kay's hand touched her shoulder.

"NO! GO!!!" the tank was hysterical, trying to shake Kay's hand.

"Ray, Ray, relax... It's me!" kay urged while holding back and finally hugged the girl tightly, but even though there were things that later made Kay frown, Rayna's reaction when she realized that Kay was in front of her, but, made him not think about it too much.

"Kaaaay. hiks, the Grudge Eater wants to eat me...!" his sobs while hugging Kay tightly.

"Shhh, shhh, he's gone..."

But the girl kept crying and hugged Kay tightly, making her reluctant to ask why this silly ghost was here. Kay just let him let go of his feelings.

"Shhhh, already. Let's go home." Kay softly said after some time. Slowly, he pulled Rayna and left the place. However, not far away he stepped, the spicy sound was loud and forced him to stop.

"Well, you're tired of living, aren't you???"

Three young men blocked Kay's steps. One of them had a bruise on one of his eyes, and faintly, memories came into Kay's head. He did hit the young man in his panic, and when the young man was about to stop him, he punched him...

"Aaahhh, sorry, sorry. Sorry, I was really in a hurry earlier." said Kay softly as she raised her hands, making an apology gesture towards these three young men.

"Ehmm, Kay? what are they?"

Kay sighed when she heard this mental communication. It seems that this gnarly ghost is too tired to maintain its physical form.

"*So when I ran here looking for you, I hit one of them, and because he was about to stop me, I punched him... A little help, perhaps? I must be battered if the enemy 3 people..."

Kay smiled wryly. The silly ghost moved the location directly to the house, without even waiting for him...

"Sorry??! SORRY!" reply to the young man whose eyes were bruised while swinging his fists swiftly.

God fucking. YAAAAA!!!

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Breezy breeze stroked her hair slowly as slowly, dew began to wet the leaves. A few drops that flowed, descended and fell onto his face, slowly returning the consciousness that had been lost some time before. The typhoon jolted up from its position until it sat down, its eyes wildly swept around, and when it found what it was looking for, it rushed over.

"Calm down, young man. He's just sleeping. I promised not to hurt her, if you forgot..."

"What did you do before, Demon??!"

"Please, son, lower your voice. Like I said before, I just wanted to say goodbye. Even if you look at me low, I can still keep my promise." he said slowly. The figure he used was still the same figure, the frail old grandmother who looked kind and inviting pity.

The typhoon only snorted with a denouncing tone as it slowly approached Andini, who was lying on a thick pedestal composed of tightly woven fine grass. The deeply asleep face revealed a smile, although lines of tears were visible beside his eyes.

"What an irony, son. It wasn't me who threw away their offspring to die, it was your people, son, man. And throughout my existence, which I believe is sad for you, what rottenness have I done, unmatched by your kind?"

Unfortunately, the Typhoon was unable to answer that. He is full of various types of decay that can be done by humans...

"I don't deny what I've done, and I'm definitely not going to keep my promise, son. You can calm down, and I hope you can find a place for my girl" he continued.

The cyclone cannot speak. At this moment, he really felt that whatever he was about to say would not be able to justify it. All these words of the demon really made him feel uncomfortable. He just kept looking at the sleeping girl.

"Ah, stop. I've done everything I can for him. You can start, son.. Owh, before that, there was a little ghost who could use the same airy seal you used, son, and even he asked about how to destroy the Makutha seal of the Rama Sutra that you formed for me. Maybe you need to know that."

But the speech, in a slow tone to the point of almost whispering, was shocking for the Typhoon. It was already terrifying that this Demon knew about the name of the seal of the tattoo he was using, and there were even other ghosts who knew and were about to destroy it?

This seal has the ability to contain dangerous powerful entities, and whatever is inside, it would be better to stay there, until the end of time if necessary.

What does this mean???

"Don't linger, son. Finish whatever you want to do. I'm tired..."

Ah, nevermind. I'll find her whereabouts and I'll definitely prevent anything the ghost wants to do.

No longer want to think too much, Typhoon forced his desire that had faltered. Slowly, his hands moved in a mudra stance as spells formed in a mystical flow, slipping into the mysteries of nature and riding on them, presenting powerful energy fluctuations around the figure of the old grandmother. The line of light on the ground formed and began to develop into a curtain in the spectrum of red and black colors that swirled and continued to narrow, until finally swallowing and slowly decomposing the embodied figure into nothingness.

The typhoon breathed heavily. He is unable to determine what he is doing right or wrong. Seeing such a strong sense, a sense capable of pushing something as pure as a Tree Spirit to become an Evil Demon in order to take care of this other helpless life, made him feel uneasy and helpless. Truly, today is indeed a drain on feelings.

I'm not even sure how long I've lasted to stay sane. God's world is getting weird...

The inner Typhoon continued to ring with endless variety of things. He could not even close his eyes again even though the night would not end in the next 6 hours. Only the tiny face that revealed that little smile presented a slightly warm feeling to him at this moment. The typhoon stood up, took the jacket from inside the backpack and enveloped the little girl with it.

Ah, I'm tired of thinking...