The light has been perfectly recorded on the ink sheet.
Black woman dancing mournfully.
The roar of the clouds flashed the lamp.
In sinful white hands.
The bumpy journey undermines the soul.
Now lost in time.
The new white life is beautiful.
Gofmentri has locked already.
Prok! Prok! Prok!
"So melodious ...!" The Hokers praised Nilam Grotbear.
A meaningful voice in a veil of deep wounds has entered me. I just saw the old wrinkles on Grandma's face had made a hard heart sad.
With a look of hope to see the face of Grandmother. I set my sights on the steps of the podium. I cast my gaze on the steps of the stage.
"Hera, help me!" I asked the wrinkled lips of Grandma, who held her hand to me.
"I don't want her to leave me." A strange thought crossed my mind. "I can't be weird!"
Grandma hugged my arms tightly and descended slowly on the shabby wooden steps of the podium. Her lips always smile at everyone.
On the way home, my Grandma always hugged my hand while patting the back of my little palm.
"Hera," Grandma croaked to me.
I replied to her old hand.
"Perhaps none of the Hokers believe the lyrics I sing."
Seeing her sad face, I immediately grabbed Grandma's shoulder and glared at her.
The wrinkles on his lips were visible in her gray eyes.
"Grandma, if the world doesn't believe in you, remember me. Hera Grotbear will always be by your side and trust you!" Hearing my words, her sad face became cheerful again and began to pinch my cheeks.
"You always make me happy!"
I laughed at Grandma's words and continued our journey to the house. In the corner of Zavax, the two of us lived in a small stone-and-wood-forked shop decorated with glass.
My Grandmother always made herbal and healing ingredients to sell to the market daily. As I searched for medicinal ingredients on Druid Mountain, a light string flew through the shady trees.
I gasped at the light. By blinking and wide-eyed, I confirmed my vision. Druid Mountain was always shrouded in a reasonably dense fog; the light could not be from the top but from the foot mountain.
"I have to follow him," I mumbled.
I galloped after the streak of light. Yellow spots between the tree trunks began to appear.
When I prepare the equipment.
"Hera, take this!" Grandma gave me fire powder so I wouldn't get cold in looking for materials on the mountain.
I immediately grabbed the dust wrapped in the cloth.
"Wow, thank you, Grandma" I spontaneously hugged her. As I embrace the old woman, a robust medicinal scent lingers on my shirt.
"Remember never to do anything stupid in the forest! Don't follow anything awkward! Don't come back at night!" Grandma's shriek of threats kept whistling in my ears.
I immediately grabbed Grandma's cheek and kissed her forehead. "All right. Don't worry, I will do Grandma's orders!" I answered with a big smile.
After a long time following the speck of light, I was amazed by a creature with a shining body.
Ears are sociable hairy, chubby body covered with black fur with eyes and a stream of blood that continues to flow down his stomach.
"What kind of creature is that? I've never seen it. A dragon? No! Vector? It's not that even though it's black, I can't compare it to that fucking Vector." I thought.
I started to tread carefully, but a branch covered in leaves appeared out of nowhere.
Crack!
The creature gasped; his small mouth was wide open, and a green lamp gathered in his small jaw. For a moment, I thought, "What is he doing?" But my thoughts were shattered when a small bang hit the tree beside me.
"Oh no!"
I shuffled behind the tree without taking my eyes off him. Honestly, my body was starting to get hot and cold for him, and my hair didn't go down.
"Don't worry, I'll go!" I whispered, who kept walking.
"If only his attack hit my hand, I would no longer have hands!" I moaned as I held my face from him.
Just for a moment, my sight was swayed by the tree, and a creaking sound suddenly sounded from the creature's direction. I quickly saw the origin of the voice.
"Where did he run to?!" I muttered.
The creature only left his footprints on the dry grass he stepped on.
"I better go home."
I began to take a thousand steps down the mountain. The scratch of the twig on the skin didn't stop me in my Grandma's shop was visible from the mountain clearing.
When I wanted to call her a pitch black lump, his long ears, just like the ones I saw on the mountain, were in Grandma's old arms.
I took refuge in the shadow of a shady tree. Suddenly a rumble approached our shop. The galloping of the horse's hooves and the roar of the carriage were deafening to those nearby.
"Who are they?" I thought.
My heart pounded and shuddered.
He is wearing full armor, iron boots, and a sword on the left side of his waist.
Behind him were Mages ready with their Hawthorn wands. As if besieging a high-profile criminal in my house.
One of them got down and grabbed the shop door knob.
"I have to go down!" I thought.
I rushed through the back door to sneak into my room. A commotion began to fill the space.
"Give it up, or I'll make you regret it!" shrieked the white-haired soldier with a dagger at Grandma's neck.
My heart kept racing for me to get out, but Grandma knew I was behind the door, and our eyes met.
Grandma hints to stay calm. When I saw the squeak of his hand, the black creature that had just shot me was hiding under the dining table.
His bright yellow eyes couldn't take my eyes off him. I accidentally creaked the wooden floor from my gasp as my body shuffled backward.
The soldier turned towards my bedroom door.
He slowly approached my room. Silence. The atmosphere made my throat dry.
Brak!
After a strong smash, he went straight in and checked my whole room. After his heart was skeptical of his prejudice, he muttered.
"What do I feel?"
Then he closed my wooden bedroom door again.
It dawned on me that my breath had stopped momentarily as the soldier entered. I came out from the top of the cupboard just behind the door.
"So close!"
For the second time, I watched him.
A woman came out of the shop toward the white-haired warrior.
"Did you find it?" asked the white-haired man.
The woman just shook her head with an angry face.
Brack!
He pushed Grandma down.
"Let's go back!"
Grandma's elbow was hurt, and she still hadn't signaled me to get out of the room. After ten minutes, Grandma called me quickly. I grabbed Grandma's hand and immediately treated her.
"Is anyone sick, Grandma?" I asked, unable to hold back my sad face that almost shed tears.
"Grandma's all right," she answered quietly.
My gaze is no longer turned to the creature for the sake of treating Grandma. After feeling enough, Grandma was even more worried about the beast.
"Come here!" called Grandma.
I angrily said, "Why did Grandma bring it to our shop?! He has attacked me in the forest, and Grandma is busy protecting him?!"
Hearing my rebuke to Grandma, the creature panicked and continued to step back.
I got angry. "Now you're a little black—!"
Grandma smiled and stroked her soft fur like cotton.
"Hera, you know the song I often sing?" asked Grandma with a stoic face.
I just kept my face away.
"This being is the one who showed me the lamp of life so that peace comes like it is now."
Exasperated, I continued to stare and glare at him.
Knock!
Grandma hit me.
"Grandmother!" call me spoiled.
Grandma's gentle punch broke my tension.