Serah panted as she trudged through the thorny path. His dark pink dress were tattered and smudged with dirt, and her face, clad with fear and confusion.
Where am I?
What is this place I’m in right now?
She thought to herself while still limping slowly. She remembered she and Abigail went out to pick flowers for Joseph, her friend's little brother.
Serah stopped abruptly when her toes got cut by the thorn on the side of the road—adding more to her feet injury. Her shoes was torn about awhile ago, and it's been a long while since she's in this forest. As she was limping along the endless path, she finally decided to rest and sat on the side of the road.
She winced when she touched her wound from the thorn earlier.
"What should I do? There's no water here."
All the days that she got stuck in the mysterious forest, she didn't eat and rely only on the murky swamp water that she would find by chance. The time is always night and the surrounding is always foggy that it's hard to find food and clean water.
Serah suddenly reminded of her family and her friends; of how warm the food back home was and how comfortable the sleeping place is. Her family must've been seeking her frantically, high and low. Guilt welled up inside her when she remembered Joseph’s birthday was just around the corner, and it would have to be postponed because thye were searching for her. Her tummy suddenly grumbled.
Along with the guilty feeling, tears also welled up on her eyelids. She’s sick of all of this, she just wanted to go home. A small motivation lifted up her spirits, a motivation that reminded her that her family is working hard to find her, so she must also work hard to find a way back home.
"No, I must not cry."
She quickly wiped her tears and looked around to see if there were any safe place to rest for a short time. Be it under the tree or in the bush, anywhere place so she could survive another day was good enough for her.
"I must go back, and meet Joseph."
While slowly limping towards a less thorny bush, she constantly regretted her decision to not live her life to the fullest. If she had known that she’d become like this, she would've spent more time with her family, if she knew she wouldn’t see her friends anymore, she would've played more with Abigail and Joseph. If she knew that night was the last time she would see that emerald eyes of Joseph’s, she should've...
Serah stopped for a moment.
"If I knew, would I be able to confess to him?"
Serah stared at the cloudy night sky, as she was reminded by Joseph's face, the one that she liked.
She started harboring feelings towards Joseph when they're playing together in his house when he’s 3 and she’s 13. At first, she thought of him as a cute and a lovely younger brother. Then, as time passes by, her feeling of adoration turned to a form of affection towards him. It was wrong, cuz she felt that Joseph was still too young and she thought that the feeling that she got might be just a lingering affection that she felt and will subside sooner or later.
However, given the situation that she's in, even in the darkest wood or on the coldest weather, she still could remember his face clearly.
"I wonder what he's doing right now?"
She stared blankly at the sky after crouching beneath at wide bush.
Suddenly, she heard unfamiliar footsteps. She quietly peeked outside to see what that was.
"What's a small girl like you doing here?"
A guys peeked inside the bush where Serah resided. She flinched and tried to run away but her ankle was grabbed by something big. When she turned around to see her legs, a big, tall guy, with a long braided white hair and pointy ears were looming behind her as he pulled her out from the bush.
"Oh, Raon. She's injured."
The other guys who has the same pointy ears but a smaller stature and amber short hair spoke as he examined Serah's feet. The guy who were called as Raon earlier glanced at her feet.
"It truly is..."
"Should we bring her back to the palace?"
Raon nodded. Realizing that she was about to be taken to someplace unknown, she struggled more for freedom from Raon’s grasp.
"L-Let me go!"
She shouted as she wriggled her body and frantically flailed her arms. Raon glared at her as his thick, white eyebrows creased, feeling annoyed.
"Just calm down."
He karate chopped her on the back of her neck and she fell unconscious.
"You... The prime minister will be mad if he knew you did this to her."
The amber haired guys looked at him with a troubled expression while Raon carried Serah on his shoulder.
"What? It's better than letting her escape, right? Let's go."
Raon spoke nonchalantly and walked pass the amber haired guys. He heaved a long sigh and just shrugged, before following him suit.
Serah slowly opened her eyes. After awhile, she sat up and looked around. She was in a wide bedroom, with a large round bed at the middle of the room, and some weirdly designed furnitures placed here and there.
"Where am I?"
Confused, she turned her head and looked for any presence inside the room. At the door and the space that looked like a study corner was empty, then her blue eyes rolled to the sofa not too far from the bed, when she realized a person was sitting on it, with their back facing her. Their pointy ears perked when they heard the shuffling sound from Serah and they turned around to their back.
The person stood up and paced themselves to Serah. It was a.... Man? Woman? She wasn't sure about that person's gender, as they looked very beautiful, with a pair of ashen yellow eyes and caramel brown hair.
"Who are you? Where is this place? Did you bring me here?" Serah bombarded that androgynous person with questions first thing in hand.
The person chuckled.
"Yes, in a way I did bring you here."
They sat on the bed beside Serah.
"My name is Izfar, and this is the Moon palace of Ishtya’. Mind telling me who you are and how did you get here?"
The Izfar person asked. Serah pressed her lips tight, hesitating whether to tell this Izfar person or not.
"Don't worry, I'm not a bad guy. I won't hurt you. Just tell me how did you come here, I might be able to help you return to your home." He smiled kindly, trying not to confuse her.
Serah's eyes lit up at the word returning home, she then scooted closer to Izfar and told him what had happened to her.
Ricky From the time after Noel had left him in the lecture hall, Ricky was left in a disheveled state. He was now alone in a bookstore, seeking for a reference book for Adam who suddenly have to manage the basketball team’s evening practice and asked Ricky to buy him books. “I told you, book A is better than book B. It contains better explanation and easy to remember short notes for an educationally dumb person like you.” Ricky told Adam as they talked by phone. Ricky flipped the pages of reference book B before his face twitched in disagreement. Then he put down the book on the display table before picking up reference book A that was just beside each other and was now reading reference book A about mechanical engineering. His eyebrows raised in agreement and satisfaction towards the contents. “Okay, okay. I know I’m dumb, but don’t you think that book C is better with me?” Ricky’s face contorted into a look of dismay. “Book
Izfar "I see." Izfar nodded his head after Serah finished her story of how she got inside the forest. "And then, you were found by Raon and Horan and were bought here?" Izfar asked for confirmation, Serah nodded at his question, even though she herself wasn’t sure how she got to the palace in the first place. Suddenly, her stomach grumbled, begging to be filled. Izfar widened his eyes in surprise while Serah held her grumbling stomach. "Are you hungry?" "Oh, this? It's okay, I'm used to being hungry in the forest." Serah childishly grinned. Izfar fell silent, his yellow eyes were cast down to inspect her features. Her dark blonde hair was messy and her body is scrawny, not fitting for a child like her. Yet, she could still smile happily although she's suffering on the inside. Izfar motioned his hand at the door. In an instant, two female elves appeared out of nowhere and paced near him. "Bring some light
Noel "Whew, finally done." Noel said as he wiped the sweat that was dripping down on his chin. He sighed in satisfaction as he saw the clean shiny sink with all the untensils cleaned and trash taken out. Despite that, his nose still caught a pungent smell somewhere nearby. "Hmm?" He smelled himself. He smelled like a durian. "Whoops." He chuckled. "Better get washed before heading out. I guess I'll close the library today. But when will I tell Joseph about Serah I wonder?" He spoke amidst his walking to the bathroom After washing himself using the refreshing shower in a beautiful spring night, he wore a cream colored turtleneck with a black pants and put on his usual round, old fashioned glasses. "Perfect, just like the nerd I am." He grinned while posing in front of the full length mirror. As he hummed while hopping down the stairs to the main door, he touched the door knob and the door shape changed. Not from the usua
Ricky Ricky stared listlessly at the window situated just in front of the sink, while scrubbing the dirty dishes with the dishwashing soap and sponge that he didn’t even knew he had inside the house. He had to admit that he’s been leading a strange life lately, having a stalker as his maid. He had sworn he checked through every nook and cranny around the house; the attic, the basement, and even the other three unused bedroom just to find the whereabouts of the stalker. Unfortunately, other than stumbling upon some critters and some rats that made him want to curse the heck out of his mouth, he didn’t find a thing; not even any trace of human habitats inside all those spaces. As a matter of fact, Ricky slowly got used to having the harmless stalker in his house. Rather than trying to hurt him, they provided him with food. Although mysteriously, Ricky noticed that his monthly allowance that his father secretly transferred into his account decreased a little, in
Joseph Joseph sat silent on the bench as he looked at Ricky who was buying some canned drinks at the machine near the park. What am I doing…? He monologued, feeling awkward being comforted by a college kid. However, he did admit that he was almost at his limit on searching for Serah after a full 20 years. He lowered his gaze to the sandy ground and sighed. Then, he leaned against the back of the bench and looked at the dark blue sky. The stars were glittering brightly. I wonder if, Serah also sees the same sky as I am right now? What is she doing at this moment? I hope she's fine. He fell silent again. At those silent moments, the only words that he muttered were "I miss you..." At that moment, Ricky had already reached Joseph and he heard his muttering. He cleared his throat and pretended that he didn't hear his lonely words.<
Izfar As usual, the Kingdom of Ishtiya' are bustling with people coming in and out from the county. Their commercial activities flourished, the sea products that were caught were all fresh, and the farm products were clean, free from infections. The people chatter that came from the stalls which were established at the central town could be heard until the gates of the palace. Not far from the town, the palace majestically stood tall, with a pair of arch, shaped like bird wings, stretching high up into the sky. The clean white walls were taken care of meticulously by the loyal servants of the palace. At a corner of the palace, stood a tall magic tower where Izfar usually resides for his magic research. His pointy ears twitched from time to time as he tried to focus on his telepathy. He opened his eyes, frown could be seen forming on his thinly lined light brown eyebrows. He sighed heavily, then proceed to the window of the tower from his seating place
Ricky Ricky stretched his arms and lazily strutted in the hallway. While wandering about, he was suddenly reminisced about what happened to him after the party. After the wild party that ended with him sleeping with 2 unknown girls, he caught a big hangover and quickly left their house that was like, a few miles away from his house. So he decided to take the taxi. Unfortunately, he got a taxi driver who was too curious of his disheveled looks that the taxi driver didn't stop staring at him along the way. After reaching his house, feeling uncomfortable and with an intense headache, he opened his door but stopped abruptly, staring at the kitchen counter. There, a bowl of hangover soup was served on the counter and a medium pot of more hangover soup was placed on the kitchen stove. "Ah..." Rather than feeling afraid, he covered his mouth, trying to hide his grin. He slowly walked closer to the kitchen counter and sat in front of the dish,
Ricky Ricky rested one of his legs on the other one before caning his chin on it. He was sitting on the stool in the infirmary, looking quite perplexed. Beside him, laying on the bed, was Noel who was unconscious. Ricky gazed at his sleeping face. He first feature that caught his attention was how long his eyelashes are. Despite that fact, they didn’t look fake at all, not like most of the woman that he had met before. They were all wearing the eyelashes as if they wanted to make their eyes look like a bush. After awhile, Noel started to open his eyes slowly, and he glanced at Ricky, who was staring at him as he caned his chin on the bed beside him. "…Good morning." He said monotonously, glad that Noel didn’t catch him staring at his face while he’s unconscious before glancing at the IV bag that was hanging on the pole across where he sat. It was connected to Noel. "…W-Where am I?" Noel asked after a few moments of silenc