Ash-boss
A Thousand Stories: The Paths of Red Bricks

The barrel that suddenly rang a small silver bell on the bracelet he wore made his body move dimension to the path of the red brick. Where every corner of the street was as if welcoming the arrival of Laras.

The barrel is wearing a black knee-length dress with a ragged ash cloak camping at the bottom. The flames still adorned the side of his hollow robe. Long hair below the waist was beautifully unraveled.

The sound of friction of branches of trees around, wind gusts that bring a soothing melody, and the clattering sound of lily of the valley scattered along the edge of the red brick path, the sound of the flowery, confiscate all hearing Baras.

While on the other side of this red brick path, the Aksara that had just finished delivering one soul to its final journey was instantly attacked by an unusual gust of wind. A gust of wind that made all the golden red leaves fly along the path of the red brick path. Initially it flew erratically and then moved quickly towards the other side of the path.

The lily of the valley rang out an unusual clattering sound. The entire branches of the trees rubbed against each other and chanted a melody that had been unheard for a long time. A melody that Aksara is able to recognize as the melody of the figure that has disappeared for several years from the path of the red brick.

The script followed the direction of the vortex of golden red leaves that flew and blew towards a single point. Finding himself feeling led to where he wanted to be, Aksara slowed his pace as he saw a figure covered in deep darkness amidst the golden-red leaf vortex.

Still in a state of disarray and unaware of what happened, Laras still took pains to be able to hold the twists of the black shadow on his neck and hope to break the twists of the black shadow.

Over time, the voices that Laras heard weakened the twists of the black shadow. Spreading the twists and turns that evaporate with the light that penetrates the gap of the branches of the trees that make the place look so soothing.

Feeling that the winding had no longer disturbed him, Laras immediately inhaled as much air as possible. Opened his closed eyes slowly, then set his breath in shock.

The eyes of the Barrel widened. He saw the figure of Aksara crouching before him with the same overwhelming shock as he felt.

Rather than commenting, Laras preferred to stare at Aksara with a hint of astonishment.

Aksara did not expect that the figure who disturbed the red brick path was Laras, a forbidden figure who had disturbed the journey of the inhabitants of several death valleys several years ago.

"Why am I here?"

Laras looked into Aksara's eyes. With big round eyeballs, Aksara like repeating the meeting with Laras a few years ago. The look in those eyes is still the same. Round, large and hanging eyeballs. The figure of Laras at that time with Laras that now does not change like a re-creation of a scene.

The difference is now and the past scene is that Aksara thought Laras did not see his figure. But now both are in the same sense of shock that the second meeting on the path of the red brick.

Aksara laughed by covering part of her face. He found it amusing to see Laras with her unusual appearance. Seeing the figure that was only a shadow this morning is now really transformed into the true figure of Laras, the forbidden figure of the dark valley named gray valley.

"Did I die from the twisting around my neck?"

The barrel now frowned slightly. There is a feeling of fear that he has died at a young age without ever enjoying loving and loving youth. Laras. He wanted to not believe the reality he was facing. Where in front of him was squatting a beautiful winged figure like an angel.

Laughter Aksara increasingly becoming-so hear all the talk that Laras throws. Moreover, looking at Laras expression that is confused and like losing direction with the thing he faces. He laughed until he fell from his squat in front of Laras and finally sat down with his legs wide open.

"You always come in unusual ways.." the laughter still accompanies.

Aksara now set his calm after his laughter came out loose.

"What are you doing here? Want to deliver another soul?" Aksara asked casually.

He got up from his seat. Clean up any remaining dust and red-golden foliage attached to his clothes and wingtips. Aksara stood with the dignity it always emitted.

"Don't force yourself. Let it all come back by itself."

That raucous and whispering voice returned the eye circles of Laras back to normal. Leave a breath sound that is a little breathless because it has experienced such a heavy thing for a few seconds.

Laras's gaze was greeted by a smile concluded Eren with his figure as the guard. The maroon red hood was opened to deposit his face on the girl who was now feeling exhausted.

"I don't want to know what's going on." Aksara flapped his wings. Darted to the top and disappeared within seconds of the second view.

"Is he always that busy?" Laras smiled crazily. "Or did he become so arrogant because of his beautiful wings?"

Hearing that, the maroon-robed Eren figure looked at Laras by researching. The girl stood up from her position. Cleansing the sides of his knees, then looked at Eren with all the unbearable longing.

Laras hugs the unprepared Eren with the unexpected actions the girl takes.

"I miss you." said Laras while hugging Eren who fell overwritten by the girl. "I'm finally meeting you again.."

The girl's gaze twinkled making another maroon-robed Eren figure look at her with an even more incredulous look.

The same thing repeated. It was Laras' meeting with Eren that was related to Aksara's black-bound book. The same falling position with a slightly different initial occurrence. Eren remembered.

"You?!"

"I'm back..."

The barrel is still in its position on the path of the red brick. He persevered by re-hugging Eren's other figure once more.

"That's enough!" laras.

Baras immediately rose from his position. He threw away his gaze with a red face. Not out of shame for what Eren did, but because of getting an unusual gaze from a winged figure that had disappeared some time from the street with an old woman's soul with glasses hanging in the middle of her nose.

"You guys are really rude!" the sentence came out from the Aksara and the old soul figure simultaneously. The tone of the two reprimanded quite compactly.

Baras immediately looked down apologizing. Unable to hide his embarrassment, Eren was aghast and disappeared from the red brick path.

Seeing the reaction shown by Laras and Eren made the Aksara or the old woman's soul laugh out loud. The laughter made the soul of the gray-haired old woman disappear in the wind.

"Blessed are you...."

Aksara and Laras stared at each other.

Meanwhile, from the top of the tree branch above the two, Eren's figure hid his face that met with red extinguished.

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