Ash-boss
Thousand Stories: Parallel World of Death

The middle barrel rubbed his eyes. Already many times Laras tried to close his eyes, but he always had to re-open his eyes and look at the surroundings with annoyance.

"Is it possible that these are two real things?"

Barrel ruffled his hair. He threw his eyes all over the corner of his room. Paying attention to every detail of his room that has not changed at all since the last time he remembered how the order of the room that his grandfather gave to Laras at the age of 7 years.

"Don't this room have to be haunted?!" muttered.

Barrel walked towards his study table. Play his index finger on each row of books that stand parallel to him. Learning books and some other reading books that his grandparents gave him while they were alive. Back the album that was opened by Laras a few days ago stopped the column of his index finger. Pull the album and reopen it. Opening the photo page with young men in hats who joined the picture with the family Laras.

"Who?" mumbles Baras.

The barrel turned back its body and found three winged creatures standing staring at it. The one in front is Zara. Wearing a high-collared maroon-red knitted dress up to the neck, Zara stared intently in control. His eyes sparkled brightly with golden red eyeballs. The black-haired wing was ready to flap and flap anything that blocked the flapping of its wings.

Behind Zara, there was Aksara with her slightly lazy face. Like no power to restrain the behavior of friends in front of him. Dressed in all-black clothes with black bat wings, his eyes implied a flash of the same reddish color. However unlike Eren, he stood up with an inexplicable gaze. His eyes wanted to look at Laras, but were reluctant because his mind was hesitating with his actions.

Eren stood up wearing a dark gray robe. The hood of his robe opened and showed his face that had been wrapped by a skull with only a pale white skin wrapped which made it look creepy. Coupled with the golden-black flash of his eyes, Eren's figure appeared even more sinister as the pitch-black smoke wings floated behind his back.

"Will you explain anything to me?"

"Hey you!" first word Zara.

Seeing that Laras was not too surprised by what he saw, Zara believed that Laras had not lost his memory at all. It may just need to be restored.

"It!" Zara brandished an old black-coated book with a picture of a golden wing on the front of the cover. "There's something you need to know about inside?"

"What?"

"All the things I asked you?" Zara confirmed when Laras only looked at her with a full, meaningless gaze. The two exchanged glances with unclear what it meant.

Making Eren suddenly come forward and stop Laras to take the book that stuck towards him.

"You want this?!" eren's eyes glinted. "Show me who are you?!"

"Why am I showing myself?" answer the figure of the Golden blue-eyed barrel. "I need that book!"

Turn the figure of Laras who raised his hand to ask Eren to hand over the black-coated old book with a picture of gold-furred wings on the front cover.

"For what?" The advanced script compensated for the founding of Zara. The position is now changed, Eren is at the front right in front of the figure of Laras.

"I don't have time to explain anything! My consciousness will be taken back!"

"Who by?" one hand Eren immediately grabbed the hand of the figure of Laras in front of him.

The figure realized, there was no way he could be trusted just like that, but it was better to convey what he really needed when he could take his consciousness rather than not say anything at all.

"Why should we do it?!"

Zara stared dislikefully. Unlike Aksara and Eren who felt that the request was not difficult for them to do. But they do need a good reason to do it. If only just following the request of creatures whose origins are unclear, they will not want to do anything.

"For the sake of the owner of this body!"

The figure stared fixedly. Making sure that the answer he gave would give the response he hoped for the three of them to want to do what he asked. A request that only one of the three of them could make. Those golden blue eyes flashed for a moment. A dark shadow swept across his view. Making him realize, his existence will again sink into his worst consciousness.

Eren held onto Laras' hand firmly, making the girl feel a sense of anger at his figure.

"Where's Laras?!" the grip of the hand grew stronger and hurt. Those golden blue eyes flashed once again. The glint that blackened the eyeball back. Drown the golden blue eyes in the world of darkness.

The barrel is fixated by staring one by one from the creatures in front of him. But only a few moments, the three creatures became invisible to Laras. His eyes blinked once and his eyeballs turned black.

Zara and Aksara instantly exchanged glances with the change of Baras. Unlike Eren, he was glued to a hand that still held the little girl's wrist in front of him. The hand that began to be untouched by his hand. And the hand that began to no longer feel the presence of itself in the room.

The barrel that suddenly felt nothing, then turned on its bed and laid itself down. His eyes sometimes glinted blackish and implied a golden blue color inside.

What I want to say is more than enough!

Another golden blue-eyed figure in Laras' eyes closed his eyes along with Laras who let himself fall asleep after what disturbed his mind.

Eyes asleep. But in the darkness of his sleeping eyes, a beam of light appeared and seized the sight of Laras. Make the girl walk on an endless wooden bridge. The bridge only hangs on the rope handles on the right and left. The fog covered the entire distance. And what is seen in the eyes of Laras now, only one part of the bridge that became the support of his feet to continue to move forward.

The cold weather blows. Make the body shudder because of the wind that combs to the slippage of the hair behind his ears. Laras rubbed his hands together, removing them from the handle beside his right. The bridge is great. Making Laras back to hold to survive the shock of the bridge through it.

The hand continued to hold firmly, even though every part that supported the bridge had fallen one by one to the bottom. Seeing how steep the abyss was beneath his feet, fear attacked Laras. Make the girl tremble for a moment, until the turn of the wooden board that supports under her feet that fall that makes her hang by holding tightly on to the rope that is the grip of the bridge that is already fragile.

Laras shouted softly asking for help to know who. But the sound can't come out well. Something stuck in his throat. From the beginning of realizing he was on the bridge, Laras was only alone. And the darkness that swept behind his back, made Laras forced to walk across the bridge. The bridge that eventually made Laras had to hang on a rope that began to sting. One by one the spinning on the rope was cut off. Leave more and more fibers and make the rope becomes increasingly less strong support Laras body weight.

In his final seconds before falling into the abyss below, Laras realized something he had forgotten. A wooden road bridge that slams his body to the bottom and is protected by a cloaked figure with a face that half looks like a skull mask. The same black butterflies appeared and were ready to attack towards the handrails of Laras who began to no longer hope on a piece of rope that had been stung.

Barrels released his handrails. Letting the body be swallowed up by the darkness below and fall into that seemingly bottomless precipice.

The body of the Barrel floated down at a high speed. Thinking of death approaching, the golden blue-eyed soul of Laras rose. Accepting and letting the body fall down. Enjoying the darkness and the black butterflies lunged at him so fiercely.

Both hands are slacking. Welcomed the darkness and the butterflies that lunged at him and left the owner of the body shrouded in darkness from the black butterflies that gnawed at all parts of his body.