Hello, this story is a novel that was written from activities in the writer's group that we are in. If anyone reads it and likes it. Who reads it and likes it? Or if anyone reads this and how you feel, please tell me. As for other works, don't go looking for them. There isn't anything that's excellent. Talk like this is good(?)

So I'd like to leave it with you!

P.S. I just noticed that I forgot to press publish content.

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Damn, this one is too crazy.

'Six Spirit Bird is the name of a rare bird that is born with six different colors. Including the color red, which means the fire element. ,blue water element , yellow color, earth element , green color, wind element White is the light element, and the last is black, which represents the dark element. It is believed that the first four colors of birds are both antagonistic and friendly according to the elements.

Except for the white and black birds, it is said that these two kinds of birds cannot coexist.'

The beautiful silver eyes of a young boy. The 7-year-old revealed his sadness when he finished reading the words on the book. Even though it was just a story in a book, he felt so much pain. Before he could turn to the next page, the voice of a child the same age sounded from behind him.

“This Balthazar guy always hangs out in here.” Morgan, a boy with jet black hair, used his indigo blue eyes to stare at him like he could see through his heart before running his hands through his golden hair. The other party was annoyed.

“Morgan, don't play, haha.”

"Don't stop, teasing you will kill you."

When Morgan is satisfied with his teasing, he invites Balthazar to go to class before he's late and gets scolded by the teacher. They walked out of the large library in the center of the city and headed towards a shabby hut in the middle of the forest. Morgan knocked on the door three times and said a spell. He opened the door and took Balthazar's hand in, not noticing that his cheeks were a light shade of red. Like a super tomato

The inside of the hut was decorated with expensive furniture and furnishings. The bookshelves on the edge of the room were filled with various rare and old books. The record player next to the sofa set in the middle of the living room slowly started playing music. Along with the golden sparks that emitted, the light combined to form the figure of an old man beneath a close-gray cloth covered with intricate golden branch patterns. He was Merlin.

One of the great wizards in history. He calmly took out a golden watch and looked at it.

“Very good, you guys came right on time.”

"Alright, it's time to start practicing," Merlin said as he tapped his staff on the ground. As soon as the staff sounded, the scenery in the living room changed to a green field.

“Alright, today we're going to talk about.....”

They both listened intently to Merlin's teachings, like a student who didn't know the time to rest. When he regained consciousness, it was almost dusk. The old wizard saw this, so he ended his teaching and moved back. Coming to the living room of the hut, Balthazar and Morgan bid their master goodnight before walking back into the city.

“Good night, Master./Good night.”

“Hoho, good night.”

The two slowly walked back to the city. As if hoping for this moment to last as long as possible, Balthazar noticed that within the city

Organizing a festival, he quickly took Morgan's hand and made him run after him.

“Hurry up, Morgan!”

“W-wait Sibalthazar.”

Balthazar dragged Morgan to a stop at a photo booth, his eyes sparkling like gems.

“Want to take a photo?”

“Ah..but there's not enough money, let's go,” he said with a silver gleam in his dull eyes.

“Here, take it,” Morgan said, putting the money into the other person's hand.

“But this is Morgan's money. I can't take it.”

Balthazar said as he tried to get the money back but was stopped by the other party.

“Take it...I have more.”

“Is it good?” “Oh.”

“Definitely good.” “Oh.”

“Really good” “Ugh!”

“Wa-” “If you say another word, don't take it.”

"yes!"

Balthazar accepted this and rushed to talk to the cameraman before walking back and asking the other person.

"Come on Morgan, let's take a picture."

“Huh!? Taking pictures, Balthazar, do you think I'm too free?”

“Hurry up and take the photo, you're sleepy.” Morgan's blue eyes clearly showed annoyance.

“Can't you...”

"gulp!"

And then Morgan had to surrender to the other person who gave him a pleading look mixed with a sad look.

Who could endure such a sight? He thought with disgrace to the young man as the cameraman posed for them both.

“The black-haired man moved closer. Someone with blonde hair."

“Shit!” Morgan let out a sound of annoyance before moving closer to the person beside him.

"It's rude to do that, Morgan," Balthazar said in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Yes, I'm complaining like a wife."

The other party pretended to be deaf and used his left arm to wrap around his small waist. Before Balthazar could complain again he was interrupted by Morgan's words.

“Mor-!”

"He'll take the photo soon."

"I've got it."

Snap a photo! Snap a photo!

The sound of the shutter being pressed and a flash of light shining on the two of them. Two photos were handed to them.

"Did the cameraman give you more? Actually, it's just one."

Balthazar asked curiously when he saw the number of pictures.

“Oh, really? I guess I pressed the shutter too far. You two take it, right? If you don't take it, I'll have to burn it anyway. It's good to let them go.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you, Uncle.”

The two of them walked out not long after the shouting of the photography shop uncle followed behind them until almost the entire festival could be heard.

“You black-haired young man! My boyfriend is cute! Let's love each other for a long time!”

"Don't think too much about what your uncle said," Morgan started to break the silence.

“Haha, that's right,” the other party answered dryly.

They both walked around the festival for a bit before Morgan walked the other home.

“See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow!” Balthazar answered as he walked through the front door and turned around to call out, “This is Morgan.”

“Wha- ah!” Balthazar's soft lips crashed into Morgan's, their faces bathed in the soft moonlight, their first kiss was long and inexperienced.

“Haha, I don't mind being called a Morgan fan.”

Balthazar quickly pulled away from the sweet kiss before saying his last words and closing the door and fleeing into the house.

“I told you, who could stand someone like this?” Morgan sat in front of the other person's house with his hands covering his face before raising his head until his eyes met the silver eyes of the person he just met.

“Good night,” the other party sent in tongues before closing the curtains and fleeing.

He looked like he was having a good night, Morgan thought as he walked home, whistling.

10 years have passed

Today was the beginning of their broken relationship amidst the era of heroes and demons.

“Morgan, what are you experimenting with today?” asked 17-year-old Balthazar. His formerly cute, childish face was transformed into a handsome, aristocratic young man, staring at the person across from him with amusement. You will be stared back with sharp eyes like a hawk's, matched with a handsome face that resembles a charming thief.

"Hmm...perhaps trying to create new dark magic," Morgan said of magic related to his own core element. element of darkness

“Heh, I really want to take a look,” the other said, curious.

“Can I go look at it too?”

“No,” Morgan almost refused as soon as the other person asked.

“Why did Morgan still show me the other magic?”

“It's not the same, this magic is dangerous. You know that the incompatibility between light and dark elements is too high. If a person who uses light-element magic like you accidentally gets hit with a high concentration of darkness, he or she will die.”

Morgan began to explain his reasons to the other party, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

“You haven't been listening, have you?”

“Not at all,” Balthazar said, teasingly covering his ears. Morgan saw this and was amused. He turned around and put his mouth to the other's ear. “If that's the case, do you hear that?”

“Haha, I didn't hear you,” Balthazar said, but his face turned red before he felt something cold. at your own neck He hurriedly looked at the source.

"necklace!? ”

“The locket,” Morgan said, reaching up from behind and flipping open the golden locket to reveal a childhood photo of the couple.

“I really miss this picture.”

“Do you like it?”

“Oh,” the other party responded before being robbed of a kiss on the cheek from a crafty person from behind.

"Alright, let's go," Morgan said before walking leisurely back to the magic lab.

Hours slowly passed by. Bored and impatient, Balthazar secretly sneaks into Morgan's magic lab as soon as the young man opens the door, hoping to surprise him. The interaction between Balthazar's inner light and Morgan's magic. It happened now that Morgan could no longer control his magic. It ended up exploding that day, and Balthazar was taken to the hospital with serious injuries.

Doctors determined that Balthazar's body was too contaminated with the dark element, leaving him with only a short time left.

“Balthazar....”

“Balthazar...”

“Balthazar…” Morgan, who hadn't even gone to visit yet, was huddled inside the library. Many books were placed in a mess. His sharp eyes that had previously shown cunning were dark and dark like those of a human being. Sleepless, he had spent three days searching for a cure for his people, and hundreds of thousands of books had been read by him nonstop.

“This is it! Finally,” he said, holding up the book with the image of a demon. Even though a death aura surged from it and made him want to vomit, he opened it and read it without hesitation.

“Purify the soul with another, stronger soul.”

When he finished reading, he immediately began his plan: he secretly kidnapped Balthazar from the hospital to Merlin's hut and waited for the old man to return.

“I'm shocked, Morgan. Isn't that Balthazar?”

“Yes, Master. That's Balthazar."

“Then how did you get him...or did you kidnap him!?”

“Teacher, have you ever heard of soul cleansing?”

“Why never? A technique whose name sounds like light magic, but it's actually It is the magic of good demons.”

When this matter came up, Merlin's normally kind demeanor immediately turned rude.

"Yes...but Master."

Morgan, whose mind was now distorted, slowly walked towards his master. The old master didn't care at all and let his guard down.

“I...would do anything...to save Balthazar,” Morgan said as he stabbed a knife into his chest, killing him immediately. “So Master, please die for him. yes"

“Ok...”

“Thank you.” Morgan smiled softly but his eyes were devoid of life as he dragged Merlin's body to his side. Balthazar immediately began to perform the ceremony. A black light slowly floated out from Balthazar's body. Moving into Merlin's body, the old sorcerer's body twitched a few times, like a soulless body's final resistance, before going completely still.

“Um...where is this place?” Balthazar slowly woke up and turned to look around him sleepily.

“Ah...Teacher!” He quickly regained his composure and ran towards the teacher's lifeless body.

“Balthazar!” Morgan saw that his loved one had recovered safely and immediately rushed to embrace him.

"who..."

“What?” he asked, as if he didn't understand what the other person was saying.

“Who did it?!” Balthazar shouted as he pushed Morgan's body away, his face covered with tears that couldn't stop flowing.

“Balthazar, what's wrong?” Morgan asked, trying to get closer.

“Don't bother! I asked who would treat a teacher like this. Morgan, answer me!”

“Use me…” the black-haired man admitted with dead-like eyes staring at the other party.

“Why? Morgan, why!” Balthazar, who was shocked by the other party's answer, asked without understanding.

“Because I love you. I can't accept seeing you in front of me, do you hear that? I can't accept it!”

Morgan walked towards him and shook him violently.

Phew...

“Stop being crazy and think that I would be happy that my own life came from sacrificing the lives of others.”

The palm that slammed down on his face shocked Morgan quite a bit. Why? Why did he reject me? I love him and I want to help him. Is that wrong? Ah...I know, because we're definitely not strong enough yet. If I could control my magic, this wouldn't happen. Balthazar won't hate me. That's right, that's for sure!

"Morgan, what's wrong with you?"

Balthazar, who saw that the other party had gone silent after he had slapped him in the face, asked with concern.

“Don't worry Balthazar, I will come back stronger. Until one day you won't reject me again."

As he finished speaking, Morgan's body slowly softened. It dissolved into a flock of black butterflies and then flew away.

“Wait, don't go yet!” No matter how Balthazar called out, all he got in return was emptiness……

2 years have passed

“We are close to the Demon Lord's castle,” a brave voice shouted to his teammates.

Before starting to attack and kill hundreds of thousands of demons. Until finally they reached the Demon Lord's hall.

“Devil Lord, today will be your death!” The hero shouted as he jumped and slashed at the Demon Lord, but was blocked by a man in black wizard robes with a sword.

“I can't let you do that,” the other party said, rushing towards the hero.

But it was blocked by the arrows of the hero team's archers and the man in white wizard robes.

“You go, I will take care of you here.” The white robed man shouted when he saw the hero running out and opened his robe to reveal his face.

“I haven't seen you in a long time. Morgan,” the black robed man froze when he saw the familiar face.

“Balthazar…” Morgan said hoarsely before swallowing hard, “Why are you here?”

“I came to take you home.”

“No, right now I am not a strong enough person for you to reject me.”

“I have never rejected Morgan.” When Balthazar heard this, a fierce look flashed across his face.

"no! You rejected me!” Morgan shouted before slashing Balthazar with his sword impregnated with dark magic.

"no! I never did.” The other party cast a light armor spell to defend and slashed back.

The two fought back and forth and argued over the same matter over and over until they almost ran out of magic power.

“Morgan, let's go home together,” Balthazar said, his voice sounding almost pleading.

“No…” Morgan refused tiredly.

“I told you, I don't mind being Morgan's girlfriend.” With that, Balthazar slowly walked up to Morgan and planted a small kiss on the other's forehead. But it shakes Morgan's twisted heart back together again.

"Really?" Morgan asked, just to be sure.

"yeah"

“Balthazar you..traitor!”

I'm shocked.

Before the matter was finished, an arrow from a heroic archer flew in to kill Balthazar, but Morgan rushed to catch it instead, as the elf's magic-imbued arrow pierced the man's stomach. Black began to show its effect, causing the magic power within the body to begin to fluctuate as the sacred magic used by the elves was classified as light element.

“Morgan!” Balthazar looked at the body of his lover in shock before turning to look at the archer with hatred. He immediately unleashed his light magic to kill the other person, “Death!”

I don't know if this was a bad joke or not. Balthazar, who wasn't careful, was secretly stabbed from behind by a demon, causing a large wound. In addition, that sword was also covered with a curse.

Balthazar fell to Morgan, who was in a similar state of distress. Morgan decided to use the last of his magic to carry himself and his lover to a large flower garden.

“Haha, where is this place? It's a beautiful garden. Ugh!” Balthazar, who saw the scene in front of him, jokingly said. Morgan gathered the other man into his embrace and sat down against a nearby tree.

“I built this garden for you in the hope that one day, when I'm at my strongest, I'll be able to kidnap you and imprison you here.”

“What can you think of as Morgan?”

“Do you still have the locket I gave you?”

“Keep it, here it is.” Balthazar used what little strength he had left and took out the original golden locket that had a few burnt marks on it before opening it to reveal the picture inside. “I really miss it. We were when we were young.”

“I don't miss it just now that I have Balthazar by my side. I am extremely happy.”

“Morgan has become sweeter,” the person being hugged said in a gentle voice that was laced with weariness.

“Do you want to try it?” the other person asked, looking serious.

“I will still come to play.”

"Who said?" Morgan said before pulling him into a kiss for as long as possible. A sweet last kiss, a hot last kiss but full of memories. A kiss filled with many emotions

“Looks like we don't have much time left,” he said as he pulled away from the other party and noticed the blood that had begun to flow out non-stop.

“Probably.” Balthazar looked at life as he lay comfortably on Morgan's chest.

“Does Morgan still remember the story of the Six-Spirit Bird?”

“The story of the six-colored, six-type bird.”

“Ah, that's it. Do you know that it's true? The story of the white and black birds continues.”

"Why don't you try telling me about it?" Morgan said, tightening his hug.

“The black and white bird said that these two kinds of birds cannot coexist but if they were born as a pair. It will fly and live together until death,” said Balthazar, closing his eyes happily.

“The two of us are like a white bird and a black bird, right?”

"That's it," Morgan responded, his eyes slowly closing.

“Good night, Balthazar.”

"Goodnight, Morgan," they both bid each other goodnight before drifting off to sleep forever...

            FIN.