This story is an old plot with a gang on Facebook. Which now is due to the symptoms of chills. So I want to leave this memorial. Even though everyone abandons me, I thank Phi Phi or Thep Pai for being consistently good to me. I can't believe that in just a few years, I will be the only one left. This novel has a lot of plot.

But this is the first one written. Look at Dark in confusion. Which I don't understand myself either. Let's just say we have to close the legend. Zeni Zen, God's Clown or something like that. I've forgotten the name of this group at first. I hope everyone is happy. But it's probably happy. Because I've looked at it. I'm sorry for being so careless and delving into personal matters.

Chapter 1 Boy

In the middle of a deep cliff, a human village was hidden there. The small territory was surrounded by sky-high cliffs. Important streams flowing from large waterfalls that were constantly raging passed through this sealed area to the outside world through underground water. People survived by exchanging goods. between each other according to the satisfaction and desire of the giver and receiver

Looking out at the narrow horizon, there was only a gap between the cliffs. Although this natural barrier looked like a cage, the animals inside felt content in the wonderful cage. Living in the deep valley, the corpses became good fertilizer for the brothers and sisters. The people lived a simple and brutal life...

Schaller, a strange boy, watched the sky that never saw life pass by next to a vegetable patch near a giant waterfall. He sat crouched behind a large slab of rock that supported and blocked the rapids of the water to flow in the right place. The ice cold path hit the stone in ripples, causing the nerve endings in the spine to tingle. Charles's house consisted of only two grandfathers and an old grandmother who had little energy to benefit the village, nor did he have the intelligence to make plants grow. Just like everyone else, he didn't wait for anyone to pay attention. Because the old grandfather and grandmother didn't have the energy to grow the plants, they had to take care of them. They couldn't exchange with others because they alone could sustain three lives and the house was in ruins. Barely enough

Grandma and Grandpa's vegetable plot was hidden in a dark corner of the stone slab, where light barely penetrated the leaves. The forgetful old man gave strict instructions to water the vegetables well. Even though there was no need to water this location, the plants were already receiving more water than they needed. Charles got up from the pile of grass that was starting to get wet from the water spray. He broke a giant bonnet leaf to block the water spray and had to find something for the old grandmother to cook first.

Charles left his makeshift umbrella in the grass. He rolled up the legs of his old grandmother's old cotton trousers when he saw the decaying boat the villagers had long ago abandoned near the hidden rocks. He secretly took these old things away. Give it to grandparents regularly. And he always gets old things back that are usable, but he doesn't trust those crafty villagers. Once, Charles finished repairing an abandoned raft, but when he paddled it downstream to show off to everyone, he was beaten by the unlucky owner. Plus he brought back a raft that was probably his. Those types of cheaters he doesn't want to associate with.

Charles pulled out a flag to mark the boundaries of the land. The owners of this land hardly ever came to farm here. The village was so cramped that the villagers still left the land empty without any regard for kindness or kindness. Even though my grandparents had almost no land to cultivate. Late Charles, two flags came out. The water here is more sluggish than other places, and the bottom is shaped like a pool of water, which is somewhat warmer than other places. The fish were more crowded than usual.

But Charles was still very small, he had just quietly turned thirteen a few months ago. Compared to other children of the same age, he was smaller, almost abnormally small. A small figure dragged the boat out near the shabby pier. He rowed the boat carefully so as not to alarm the fish. The sound of the flag tied to the tip of the spear pierced through the curtain of water and the fish quickly pulled the small spear up before the water was full. The pangolins caught fish and flowed downstairs. Even though we only got a few, this was enough to feed my grandparents for several days.

He headed back to the small hut nestled in a rocky crevice, completely obscured by a large tree. An old woman spins cloth with a strange wooden machine that spins on its own thanks to the mechanism of a wind-up doll. But the old grandmother sat happily spinning clothes until she heard her grandson's footsteps, so she let him do the work by himself.

“Fish again, grandson?” he smiled as he reached out to snatch the fish that Charles hadn't yet handed over. “Let's ferment it in the salty soil and dry it in the sun for a bit.”

“Can I grill it, Grandma?”

“Yes, but you must dry it first,” Grandma replied in a hoarse voice that sounded like only air was passing through.

“I want to eat fish that doesn't need to be dried...”

The old woman raised her ears and walked towards a small courtyard with piles of ashes and battered pots. The old man was in the nearby forest. You are sitting here collecting earthworms to make bait for Charles. There were only a few things in the hut. It was too terrifying and quiet. Charles didn't even know what his life would be like after the old man and the old grandmother died.

The window shack has various animals drying. Most of them belong to the original residents before the villagers moved in to live there. Big bats lay spread out until their skeletons were clearly visible on the roof. Jars of geckos, centipedes, and millipedes, both fresh and pickled, were scattered around. room Grandpa had said it was good medicine, but he didn't see the need to bring so many of them to the house. A freshly skinned gibbon skull was hanging in the window.

Charles felt sorry for himself in his heart.

The rustling sound of the trees and the rustling shadows of the trees in the forest were somewhat frightening to him, who had to sleep on the porch every night. Red, yellow, blue, and green pupils appeared in dots all over his line of sight, but they did not come near the old grandmother's hut. Because eyes can talk with animals Animals love and obey their eyes, so they don't come and harm them. Charles once believed it. Even though there was never a day that I didn't forget to build a bonfire around the house and stuff it with fuel until the sunlight took away the color of those strange eyeballs.

Charles was a lot weirder than the others. He had golden brown hair that his grandmother had often smeared with a sticky root medicine to make him look like a dirty hobo. The eyes themselves were the color of a cat's eyes. They were blue with small, narrow pupils. My wavy hair was never in style. The headband my grandmother wore stuck to my hair because of the root medicine.

Charles noticed the small fangs at the corners of his mouth and the rough cheeks that occasionally grew hair. Tonight the stars didn't show off much, so there was some moonlight in the sky. He stared into emptiness, a rough hand secretly caressing his face where the hairs were growing. And finally fell asleep

The morning of the new visit brought him to embrace and embrace him once again to know the cruelty of hell's prisons. Charles looked up at the horizon above the cliff in front of him and the feeling of wanting to be free came more and more into his heart. I was so trembling that I almost wanted to jump up onto a high cliff and know that I would survive, even though I knew that the steep slope would mean that I would have to fall and die first.

Charles had never been able to come close to the underground waterway without getting hurt. He didn't understand why everyone hated him and Grandma and Grandpa so much. Even though he knew that everyone in the valley was afraid outside of this place, Charles didn't. I never knew what was out there. The more I didn't know, the more I was afraid. I wanted to know. Go out...go out...go out!!!!

The pressure beneath his consciousness was pounding until he had to hold his weak heart tightly, his small body collapsing to the ground, the sound of dry gasps coming out every now and then. The boy controlled his nerves with a firm feeling.

A tiny butterfly flew and played with the swaying tips of the grass, soothing the boy's heart and releasing his tension. He walked closer, hoping to reach out his hand. The little butterfly pretended to be startled and flew away. Charles felt like he was hypnotized by a light pearl color. The rough, succulent grass was transformed into a field of blossoming flowers of all kinds, blossoming and showing off young plants piercing the moist grass, rotating into seedlings that quickly rose above the land. Young trees blossomed and blossomed in the blink of an eye, bright and beautiful colors daubing the entire world. So bright that Charles was astonished that the little butterfly spread its wings and fled, expanding in many colors, decorating its body like an art picture, smearing different shades of color until it smeared its wings, slit and divided itself like strips of torn paper. His body was torn apart and fluttered by the wind that blew in for an instant.

Billions and billions of butterflies fluttered their wings to the horizon that was vaster than ever before, as if nothing in the world could block it. A bright light burned his eyes for a moment, and a group of multi-colored winged creatures scattered about, flying in front of the colorful sky. It began to melt into the shape of something.

Long, oval, translucent wings emerged from his small, eye-popping body, floating as high as his own. A bun of light golden hair hung above his head, adorned with shiny silver butterfly wings. Sheer dress flutters with the breeze. She hugged her knees like a fetus floating above the ground, her emerald eyes slowly opened, her curled body began to straighten out, facing him with unconscious eyes.

Charles was stunned for a moment and began to contemplate everything before realizing that it shouldn't be true. A small hand reached up and rubbed his face until it was hot.

“Who are those who invaded our land?”

A soft whisper that was more like the melody of a gentle song resounded in her head than from her lips. Charles allowed the strange boy to continue touching him. A forehead that was as soft as a princess rested on a sticky brow that Charles felt embarrassed about.

“Did you...?”

“I am Charles...Ler Len....”

“Len...is it really you?”

Small's voice was clearly happy, but her eyes were still as unconscious as ever. She didn't listen to what he said, but kept repeating the same words until the picture of light faded. The events of a moment ago seemed as if they were far away on the horizon. The sound of the building. In my heart and in the hands that reached out to grab him, they disappeared and disappeared...

He collapsed on a steep cliff. There was no grass, but the butterfly scratched on the tip of a dry branch for a while and then flew away until he was out of sight. Charles ran straight home. Grandpa and Grandpa repeated the same routine today. Ignoring the butterflies hovering over the rotting animal carcasses that were beginning to emit an asthmatic stench.

“Old man, old grandma!”

Grandma glanced at him but couldn't care less about getting back to her normal routine. Charles walked up and jerked the old grandma's arm to turn her around, but the wrinkled flesh fell to the floor. She still sat there fidgeting with the pot without paying attention. Grandma's missing arm, rotting flesh fell off like there was nothing attached to it. Charles touched Grandma's back and it fell easily onto the ground, dark green fluid all over. Charles stopped and ran towards his eyes, which were still digging in the dirt. The acceleration caused the impact to hit the eye and a loud popping sound was heard when the plug hit the eye's chin.

The old man's head rolled closer to the fallen boy. He was still holding the shovel and digging in the ground as if nothing had happened. Charles ran out into the courtyard, stunned by the sound.

“Fish again? Nephew,” you smiled, reaching out to snatch his arm. “Let's salt the soil and dry it in the sun for a bit.” Charles shook his arm. He struck the old corpse's face, leaving only a skeleton and dark red flesh that spoke hoarsely. Charles opened his mouth to reply as usual..

“Yes, but you have to dry it first.”

Charles ran as fast as he could, not knowing when he entered the crowded area. Rocks split the air and did not spare him for once. Everyone lynched the innocent boy. He continued running, fresh blood flowing all over his body, mixed with a putrid smell, but he had no signs of stopping, cries of panic growing louder and louder on both sides of the water bank. The screams were so terrifying that he almost went crazy.

Why did he do something wrong? Why, why, what exactly was it? Charles ran towards the end of the tunnel waterway and several boats rowed out, with a lively sound interspersed with screams.

“Wait for me!!!” Charles panted as he shouted loudly in the middle of the water. “Please, let me get on the boat and go outside!!” He jumped into the water like a crazy person. The boat convoy was in a panic. His spear stabbed at him like he was evil. Charles left the boat. Tears and blood mixed together and the water turned red. Fish began to gather around him both from upstream and outside the city. Small, sharp teeth grazed his body until the boy screamed in pain. Charles screamed for help. Hopeless

The villagers let them in and they were eaten by a school of fish. Each one of them froze as if his body was paralyzed. His screams were as loud as his pain and the sound of machine gun fire pierced through the water curtain and body. Animal carcasses flowed above the clear red water. He could see the exit tunnel not far away. The fishy smell aroused the feeling of the hot grilled fish that the old grandmother used to make often in the past. The pain began to numb with the cold water. The boy felt his insides being hot and pressing. He bounced up high.

Can't see anything, can't smell anything, smells blood. The smell of blood, the sweet smell, and the sound of ear-piercing whistles echoed on the wood. He stole the most fragrant package and hugged it to his chest. As the sound of the unmanned boat crashed down the turbulent waters through the pitch-black tunnel, a tiny light grew closer and closer until it shone everywhere. The light is so bright it hurts your eyes.

The boat moves quickly as the water flows. The cries of the forest sounded loud as the wooden panels began to crumble. Charles bounced somewhere and lost consciousness...

Golden sunlight shone from the brass sky, and the boy's eyes blurred for a moment. The leaves were thick and dull green in the hot and humid atmosphere. Green stains clung to the ground everywhere. Moss clings to the ground. There was no space left to see anything dripping from this area. He opened his mouth, thirsty, his head ached, and he felt dizzy. Before he came to his senses, Charles sat up. The sound of a child's crying sounded not far away. He noticed a bundle of cloth falling on his lap... a sound came. From here

The boy picked up the baby and sniffed it deeply. He was very sensitive to his scent. Babies often had a dizzying smell of blood, but this child smelled so good. Charles' stomach growled loudly, as if protesting that he wouldn't eat the food. Go down and drip saliva onto the face of the little girl in your arms. Ah...

no! A voice in my heart cries out to remind me. How can you eat a child? Will you be crazy? He picked up the child and walked to the riverside. The water was flowing slowly and he was debating whether to walk upstream to the village or follow the current. A body that still couldn't forget the pain that led him to walk along the water.

Animals, big and small, stopped their activities in the forest. Little mother deer cried out and told her little ones to hurry and run away to the other side of the gibbon grass field, calling out to each other to stay away as if afraid of danger. The sharp-toothed fish burrowed into the water and hid in the crevices of the river channel. A large bird swooped in a wide circle over the plain. The boy looked up and saw the strange scene with sadness.

Even the animals in the forest don't welcome you. Charles sighed, resigned to his life but...is he crazy or what? You idiot!!! He swept his gaze across the open grassland and instinctively lowered his head. The baby was crying loudly. Be quiet, little one. I'll just leave it here. Charles was sure why he had walked along the river...

A stream was flowing slowly nearby, but the ground was dry and not lush. Here, it was flat and dry. The humidity in the air was lower than usual. The sound of a clink tickling your ears was like a cricket beating its wings loudly. The little child in his arms cried out loudly, the earth falling out wide. The streams of water that washed over the dry land turned into grains of sand, sucking everything into the ground. Charles was terrified, but the wind that came from The hole was so violent that he could not move.

Waves of sand rushed closer to the boy, clinging tightly to the rocks. The force of the wind spun him up into the air, crashing into a large tree with a loud thud. Fruits fell together with loud noises. Charles tried to cling to it, but was dragged to the other side of the lush forest. A burly man stood overhead, a blood-brown scarf covering his nose, his milky hair blowing in the slight breeze.

Under his eyes were two slits on each side. He smiled at the boy, his pearl-colored fangs bared like those of a beast. Charles felt a sudden sensation and tightened his grip on the object in his embrace. He was glad that the child had not yet disappeared.

“Hello, little brother, why are foreigners roaming around here?” the young man grinned, “Beasts are plentiful.”

With those words, Charles jumped into the middle of the storm without fear, but prayed for his benefactor's safety. The young man changed direction, using the force of the wind to support his body in the desired direction, he jumped through the branches of a large tree. Reaching a peak comparable to the whirlwind that did not move at all, the young man revealed his pearl-white weapon and leapt into the center of the whirlwind. With the context of a strange spell, two screams suddenly resounded throughout the haunted forest. The more chaotic beasts dispersed. Until they almost trampled each other to death, Charles hugged the baby close to his chest as his final resting place.

"Don't be afraid," he comforted the little one.

Metal clashes with the buzzing air, alternating with the storm mass that disappears into unstable, patchwork patterns. The expanse of the courtyard trembled. The boy was nestled against a large tree, covered in dust and unable to see anything. His perception was completely obscured by his surroundings.

Plenty

A large hand brushed his sticky hair, the dust began to clear, revealing the face of a ferocious beast in human form that smiled at him as he held out his hand to Charles as if inviting him to get up. He walked towards the large tiger that Grandpa had brought to decorate the house but reached out and reached for that tiger's paw.

The boy's small palm touched the large, rough, warm palm of a strange and bewildering feeling, like a friend he had just met.

“Don't be afraid.”