They're house was built simply but on how they arranged furniture and touch small designs made it comfy and hearty. I haven't seen the entire village but just this house, design and the boy's clothing and the fact that they use lamps and candles instead of electronic lights, I figured it out that maybe I was reincarnated into some sort of medieval era in a magical world. At first, I thought that they were just poor but I've never heard any electronic sounds or vehicles. Just like on that novel I've finished reading, it was set in medieval time too.
I've been one day here already under the care of the boy. From the time the boy picked me up and arrived at his house by foot, he took just 1 hour. It means I'm one hour away from the forest's outskirts. Considering that I'm small, then If I go back, it would take a day. But somehow, even though I'm fully healed, I still felt a heavy fatigue all over my body.
The boy named John has been constantly feeding me with bread crumbs and just staring at me sitting comfortably on the corner of his makeshift small house for me. It's just a roofless box though. I figured out that his name is John because his parents shouts that name to call him. Somehow, the name is similar to our world.
I wonder how are my family doing. I was just 2 days old when they lost me. They might thought that I died but I will still do all my best to go back.
It's been 3 days that I'm here in John's house. He might have treated me as a domestic insect and made me his pet. But now I feel that my exhaustion has been fully extinguished, I will go back to the forest. John was always in his room on afternoon and he's outside in the morning. He spend the time until dinner with me talking one-sidedly because I can't understand. But I understand what he's doing, I've been talking with my Beatles for kids 30 years. I'm just guessing they're thoughts and feelings though.
They're dinner starts when the father arrived from the door which I can see all the way from the door of John's room. And tonight, that's when I leave. I am truly greatful on John for taking care of me. But I'm not just an ordinary beetle,I have my memories from my past life and I want to go back on my family.
John's one-sided conversation with me was disturbed when the father slammed open the front door of the house. I figured that the father was a lumberjack or some kind because he always had an axe and some woods with him when entering the house. But right now, he just had an axe and wearing a panicked expression with sweat all over his face. He said something and John quickly scooped me out of my box and rushed towards the door. His mother catches his hands and they walked hurriedly together. I could hear the eventual voice of the speaking father from the back.
Just then, I heard screaming and metals clanking. What's happening? Is the village being raided by group of bandits? John held me between his chest and clumped hands. I felt that John's walking halted and from the gaps of his fingers, I could see an armored knight pointing his swords towards John's family. We are being raided not by bandits or thieves but a knight!
I saw John's father rushed towards the knight whit his axe and John begin to run with his mother on a direction away from the knight. Cries and swords shredding human bodies could be heard all around. The sound lessened and replaced by burning sound from afar. John and his mother successfully ran away from the village being burned down by fire and with Knights constantly killing villagers without mercy.
A clanking metal was heard from our back and both John and his mother turned to see the knight walking casually towards our direction. The mother ask something on the knight with her voice full of hatred and agony. The knight said something in returned but as usual I can't understand anything. The mother kneeled in front of John and pushed him away before running recklessly without weapon on the knight.
John starts running as his mother wanted but I can feel him sobbing by his chest and his heart beating very fast. A loud woman's Cries resounded from behind us and it just suddenly ended. John ran nonstop until he halt under a tree and hides under its big root. He raised me in front of his face and I could see him full of tears and snot. He was still crying, I felt sad too for him, it's just 3 days but it's enough for me to feel his emotion right now. There's no doubt that both his parents where dead. He starts talking with me again one-sidedly but now I expresses to him that I'm listening and I'm here for him by crawling on his tattered sleeves up on his shoulder and smudged on his neck which made him to pat my back and his sobbing finally stops. After an hour of silent, both of us was already sleepy but sounds of metals and footsteps made us both freeze in fear and wariness.
Did that soldier followed us all the way here? I hopped off John's back and clawed my front legs on the tree which made him whispered to tell me something. I know he's asking me what am I doing or go back on him. I turned and face him and concentrated to do the same thing I always did with my beetle parents. The boy made a surprise look and another tear fell down involuntarily from his eyes. He somehow get that I will scout for him and he needs to stay silent because he gave me a nod. I climbed around the tree until I could see an orb light floating and the armor reflecting the light. From what I see, the knight is using magic too. He's surveying warily around the area like he know that there is someone around. So he know that John was hiding here? He must be using some detection magic too. He faced my direction and I could clearly see an evil smile appearing in his face illuminated by the light orb. I knew it was not me who he sensed. I hopped on the ground and quickly approached the Knights foot. I climbed undetected up to his armored shoulder and waited for the right time. The knight found John who stared back at him with fear. The knight raised his swords that made John closed his eyes as he already accepted his fate. Creeping quickly right on his face and his right eyes was completely skewered by my claws.
*krieeekkkk!!!*A loud thin screech reached John which followed by the Knights scream of agony. John quickly stands and kicked the knight which made him flopped on the ground. I hopped back on John's shoulder and he quickly started running. I made sure that my claws pierced his eyes and damage his heads inner parts. Which resulted with the knight trembling abnormally on the ground. We where now far away again from the knight when white light succumbed both me and John. I could hear him talking to me in shock. Did I killed the knight? Maybe that's it! And John kicked him to which maybe considered as an assist! What matters is John was safe for now. Both of us felt a new vigor after the light vanished.
Mysteriously, John halted his movement. I glance just to see John's horrified expression and bloods flowing from his mouth. A spark of light attracted my attention and I saw a blade protruding from John's chest. *Krieeekkkk!!!* I involuntarily screech as I shifted my body to face our back to see another knight with his crimson red eyes looking down at John's figure. I was about to jump over the knight to desperately do something to injure him out of anger as a hand grabbed my whole body and I was launched a few meters away hitting my back on a tree. I fell with a thud with my body upside down the ground. I saw faraway in front of me John's figure looking at my direction while kneeling and breathing raggedly. Why did he threw me?
Later, John mustered all his remaining strength and was about to face the knight only for his head to be sliced clean by the Knight's sword. John, no! I tried futile attempts to flip my self ignoring the pain I am feeling all over my body. I want to get near on John even though it's already useless. But I don't why but my mind just want to save him. The knight sheathed his sword back on his scabbard and walked away from John's lifeless body like nothing happened at all. How can a knight do such thing? They're figure was supposed to be the one to protect the weak. They were supposed to be the strength of the powerless, yet,they're killing villagers who can't even put up a fight against them. They killed a powerless John, they killed John.
What is this feeling? I hotness. Not just warmth but real intense warm feeling. I feel like my whole body was burning, but I don't feel pain anywhere. My consciousness faded along with the seemingly raging fire inside me and the last thing I saw was John's dead body lying alone under the darkness of the forest.
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Muffled pain voice and gurgling resounded inside the dark room which use to be the ever lively living room which my parents use to have tea time with me just zooming around with my dragon figurines. The intricate fabulous designs of furniture and wall was splashed by our maids and butler's blood who I use to greet every morning. My last memory of them was when they serves as meatshields covering me and taking the pierce and slashes of the infiltrators to defend me. In the door was my parents who tried to talk out the problem with the viscount whose second to us in power and who brought individuals we thought to be just simple escorts and servants. Blood of my parents turned the already crimson carpet into a dark crimson one. In front of me was the Viscount and his screw struggling to breath air as the dark smoke releasing from my emotionless body corrupting their inner parts and their soul itself.
How did it all turned into like this. We were just talking earlier and now everyone was dead. And something inside me expresses my grief, anger and vengeful emotion towards the enemy. Everyone of them completely stopped moving and resisting to give up their lives on the mysterious force whose claiming it. The ashen smoke slowly diminished as it's returned inside me which I didn't know that they were there all the time. Somehow, after the people who killed everyone I knew and everyone I love was killed in front of me, my thoughts and emotion was strong and at the same time, voided. Nothing is entering my mind except of the strong desire to move on and conquer.