Ash-boss
Valley of Death: With the Guard
“ Do you really want death? ” He's an old maroon-robed figure with a flap of wings in the form of fog behind his back. Shocked because the owner of the raucous voice finally really appeared, Laras was only able to resign when he was under the hands of the guardian angel. His tall and large figure seemed to swallow Laras' body into the darkness behind the maroon-red robe.
The raucous voice instantly shifted Zara and Aksara's gaze towards the outer window beside Laras' right. Showing his deep red eyes, the figure breathed deeply.
“ The guard?!! ” Aksara and Zara are on standby immediately.
The fear again attacked the heart and mind Laras saw the expression of Aksara and Zara which was completely stiffened. The count of seconds from him staring at the two classmates, the figure of the guard wagging the robe right in front of him. Making Laras's view blocked and replaced with darkness for a while until Laras felt fell from the guard's arms.
He now realized he was in a place that scared him so much this morning. It was a quiet, quiet and gloomy place behind the smog that enveloped the entire place. The place he was in this morning.
As if repeating his nightmare this morning, Laras was in the same position. He fell down and his hand was being held by a creepy figure in the form of a wrinkled old hand from a creature that resembled a human skull wearing a maroon red robe. With eyes shining a deep red color, the figure was getting closer to Laras who was frightened by the figure holding back his steps.
“ What do you want??? ” Laras strengthens his defense by firmly holding his steps from the figure of the guard who slowly approaches him.
“ Took you to death..”
Stunned barrel. His gaze met with a deep red glint from the eyes of the figure called the guard by Aksara and Zara.
“ Am I really going to die here? ”
The question stopped the guard's steps for a moment.
“ It's your own choice. ”
" Do I really have that other choice? " Laras was now pensively looking at the guard's hand outstretched before his eyes.
" Forget it. "the guard replied asking Laras to shake the wrinkled old white hand to help him step in the gradually disappearing fog. " Consider your steps." the guard stared intently at Laras, unintentionally complaining of being scratched by a fragment of gravestone under his feet.
" Sorry. " Laras stepped carefully following the warning from the guard. Each step, Laras watched the underside of the guard's cloak hovering. Occasionally he sighed, making the guard glance at him just to ascertain the complaints of the forbidden figure whose steps he was now leading to pass through the place called the valley of death.
The wrinkled old hand had pulled away from his hand against Laras, but the figure of Laras instead held back and clenched the hand even tighter.
" I don't want to get lost" said Laras who began to relax a little with his condition with the guard. Moreover, the wrinkled pale old hand did not feel as cold as ice, it even felt so warm. So warm, Laras felt he was holding hands with the figure of a man he hoped he could meet this time. Not another figure of the man is the guard. " Where is Eren? " he whispered behind the guard's back. " I wish he'd come..."
" Stop that whisper. It sounds very clear in this place." - furious the guard.
" All right, " answered Laras. Then murmured again inwardly, can you be Eren? Not the guard figure?
" Why do you want that mortal figure? That scary? "
Baras only pensively met the eyes of the guard who is now golden brown. Those eyes look so warm. So soothing. So washed. And slowly it looks so dark. It was dark and gloomy as dark as the place they were now.
It was a place behind a gray-leaved tree. Only dominated by black and white. Behind the tree was a dark road. There was not a single crack of light entering between the dense trees behind the place. There was only darkness and fog that returned increasingly concentrated.A little light emanated from behind the maroon robe of the guard.
The back looks so strong. Like a body figure that is indeed strong and accustomed to all the things he went through in this gloomy place.
Like a body figure that is indeed strong and accustomed to all the things he went through in this gloomy place. Occasionally the move faltered behind the guard who was either thinking about what. or what was doing. Some strange black and white shadows were scattered from before him.
" What is this called the road to death? "
" Why are you asking? "
" You want to see it for yourself? "
" Don't I have to face this? "that meeting is certain. Never before had Eren's figure seen such a Baras gaze. Very confident and looks so brave. Unlike the figure he had just kidnapped from the UKS room of the school. Also a figure that looks so pale when it comes to the initial journey to the valley of death.
" You are not just a human being born to atone for your sins... "
" You don't have light, but you look so real."
" Your figure is not mortal, but it is also unreal..."
" He who is forbidden has arrived... " The cheers filled the place he was on with the guard.
The guard now stood far ahead of him. Stand facing a tree that looks so old. The leafy trees are white, black, and gray. Like a pencil sketch of a professional figure, the place looks similar. There are things that look so pure white. Some black ones are too thick. And the gray that pointed like a shadow. Like a black and white world with a gray shadow
Looking around him, Laras walked casually along the street, as if he ignored all the raucous voices and shadows that continued to surround him along the way. As well as knowing the place, Laras fell silent as soon as he faced a large stone high enough with a tapered tip. On the stone there are carvings shaped like circles forming a clock pattern in the stone era. Like a hint of time, one of the corners of the stone in the middle of the clock pattern moved backwards once and then forward twice. Just like a broken clock. Only move both directions opposite the same.
" Is this clock broken? " The barrel grabbed one of the corners of the stone to be sure, but the hand
the guard pulled him away from the pointed rock.
" What do you want? "
" Allowing the clock?! " Laras pointed right towards the stone of time that somehow since when was in the corner
the Baras pointed to him.
" When has it been there? "
Reversing the body, the figure of the guard and Laras are suddenly attracted by the time axis, making them feel like they are spinning for a moment, before realizing that they are in a very different place. A place that had never been imagined before. A crossroads in the middle of a floating bridge that looks without having an end.
“ What is this place? ” muttered the guard beware of the breeze blowing from behind them. Some black shadows like small birds flashed along with the breeze of the wind that blew.
The barrel feels stung. His entire body was slowly slashed by the wind that was blowing increasingly louder.
Seeing what was happening, the figure of the guard quickly brought Laras into the part of his robe. Hiding the girl from the wind that was getting louder and bigger. Within seconds, small cuts of sharp incisions filled the guard's cloak. Make it torn in some parts, especially the bottom of it. shows a black smoke puff floating and makes the owner of the body behind the cloak look safe from the strong wind.
Barrels to the top. There was a chin that pressed against part of his head a moment ago. He was stunned with his gaze towards the face of the figure of the guard.
They were not different creatures as Laras had thought from the beginning. They're same. They're one. Inner Laras was so looking at Eren that part of his face was covered by a human skull.
The figure of the guard who did not realize what Laras was doing was still trying to dispel whatever attacked them at the crossroads. There seemed to be a swarm of black butterflies that kept circling and occasionally like attacking towards the guard. Dispelling some violent attacks to his right, the guard was frowned upon by several attacks coming from the opposite direction. Some tried to attack the left side of the guard which was slightly loose.
Some of the butterflies went under the guard's cloak and were met by a hand blow from Laras who was hiding behind it. One blow struck several black butterflies out from behind the guard's cloak and several incisions appeared in the palm of Laras's hand shortly after.
Whimpering in pain, the guard again expanded the range of his robe to protect Laras from the onslaught of the black butterflies that came in ever greater and uncountable numbers. Destroying hundreds and reappearing many times over.
The body of the guard was shaken, making Laras wobble and loose from behind the guard's cloak. His body that was swept to the left of the guard immediately pulled the part of the robe. They fell to the bottom of a bridge that looked like wood. The two souls were shaken with a loud bang on Laras. A pair of hands approached his head firmly, holding back spared the impact, while the body was slightly downtrodden. There was another part behind the guard's cloak that saved them. It was the rear wing of the guard that was a thick black cloud of fog. From the plumes of Smoke, Laras saw a little different color encased by the dense black fog.
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