The Step Of Palimpsest
#22

"Mangata."

Mangata are the shadow of the moon on the surface of the water. The moon is in a position whose days are in confusion. Like the middle class, it can not be said to be poor, let alone said rich, but for everyday it is quite difficult, even so his life is not as difficult as the lower class is also not as easy as from the upper class. Life has always had the concept of hierarchy, it cannot possibly not exist, because this is the reality.

The chosen, talented, potential, and interest.

Journalists, rich, medium, and poor.

Genius, smart, smart, and stupid.

However, keep in mind that the wheel of life is always spinning. I'm sure my life line has been best laid out by fate. All I can do is live it, adapt, and keep looking for opportunities. Each person has the opportunity to change classes. Especially, whose position is only in the middle of it, there are countless moments to get better or just give up. Although already know this life has been set in great detail by destiny, keep thinking that the guidelines of life itself are in the hands and decisions of each.

I am satisfied with all my achievements that are behind there, but over time the dimmer, I have to make new achievements again. I will run against the wind with pride, I will cower in fear when the storm hits me, I will rise again when the moon that just came up rejects my worries. Everything there is a time, between the eastern and western hemispheres can not be equated with the sunrise and sunset.

I hold hands on the contents of my head that analogize this gray philosophized world. The crests around my hands were also purplish blue; the symbol of the full moon hidden from behind the curtain of white clouds etched on the back of my hand, symbolized as intuition and new insight, was, but it can be a cause of boredom for some people.

My identity will only be attractive in the eyes of the right person.

"Record."

Recaka means to breathe. Like a precious little dandelion flower that grows on the sidelines of street bricks and houses. It is like a tree that holds several lives at a time. The wind hit the flower powder to bring it to the ground in the middle of nowhere. The wind makes the leaves dance and creates a peaceful atmosphere. No matter if he is trampled like grass, no matter if he is plucked from his trunk, no matter if he is carved with the tip of a sharp stone or dagger, there was no way he would leave such a big task with many of the devotees hanging their lives on him.

It has nothing to do with a dark black mane with a blood-red iris, but it is so as not to forget that he is a knight and an ordinary man. Just like me, Cashel stood in the middle of the scales of life. Will he be a bastard like his fellow knights, or will he be as honorable as his witch friend, Theomund. Nature and man learn from each other. However, whenever humans are curious about everything, there is always damage that must be relieved for the sake of nature.

It's okay, it's my job.

Destroyed no matter what, we will always adorn this earth again and again.

Their breath is for the benefit of many, and they are not selfish. But it is realistic, and soon Cashel will find out that not everyone is his responsibility, just because he is a knight. He must not forget that he is still a human being. With another eye, Cashel is the embodiment of nature, which is beautiful but deadly.

His hands were enveloped by a yellowish-green light, like trees being buffeted by the scorching sunlight. The back of his hand was the same as mine, slowly appearing a symbol in the form of a leaf struck by the wind.

"Carcasses."

Mangkus means useful. Presumably he had realized about the meaning of his Name of Destiny from an early age. Theomund Ginova was a rationalist, practical, and sensible man. An ideal man born into a distinguished family, a great witch. However, he is not arrogant and his character is positive. He was easily skeptical of new people, but affectionate with people he had known familiarly, which was one of the reasons why Theomund approved of Casildo and Dominique's relationship.

With such a pragmatic personality type, of course, he was tested very hard when he was forced to be patient, practice gradually and process but surely for the sake of reopening his Spirit Eye. Even so, he still planned everything carefully and orderly. As a prospective leader, he must instill an optimistic and sensitive nature with the surrounding environment, must be able to adapt to all changes that can occur at any time. Oh, really, he's a good leader.

On the skin of his hands, a bluish-white glow like the full moonlight relaxed me, for some reason. It is like the moon floating above the head and in the middle of the sky with stars that are clean from the clouds. Being the closest figure to the earth, but still keep his distance, otherwise he can destroy the earth and himself.

"On these blessed names, we link the pledge on the vow of blood. Break down and curse those who divorce themselves, and strengthen those of us who unite training deftly."

She's so vengeful for Lesya, huh?

Slowly, the light that had enveloped us began to dim. The wind that surrounds us carries away our hope that the leaves carry to the highest layers of the sky. So that we will not know what will happen to the prayers and hopes that fly through the clouds. We just keep hanging on hope that the prayer does not fall again to the ground, continues to fly and hover until it will be reached by the anonymous stars far away. With the conditions that have cooled, we also release the link of our hands grip each.

Sweaty hands...

The connection of a bond is real. Instincts and instincts that are inherited through biological factors and environmental influences both have a significant impact. The feelings between each other were connected, the more people there were, the more faint and noisy the emotions could be felt. The least community can be formed between two people, with such communication, the attachment to feel the emotions of each other is more pronounced, especially if bound to biological factors.

Dominique did this with Dorothy when they were kids. However, perhaps because Dominique's Spirit Eye had not yet opened, Dorothy could not feel anything from Dominique's self. However, Dominique could read Dorothy as if she were reading a book. The name of their Destiny is connected, yes, although it can only be felt from one direction only but Dominique can read the contents of the hearts of others with her pure ability as a feeling.

I can feel both of their emotions. Theomund's emotions were more dominant because I was his son from the future, while Cashel's emotions were still vague as he had not opened the Spirit's Eye, it's just as if there's a turmoil like wanting to break into the door of my heart. Like a bang that echoes to the bottom of my heart. Brave, gallant, and colossal, as is the character of one who will be a great commander.

"So, what do you want after this? Want to force her to show her face?" cashel asked, wiping his wet palms with his robe, then he slipped his fingers into his gloves again.

"No. I understand everything" replied Theomund.

"I really can't understand you" Cashel complained.

"Thank you for your understanding" I said, which I intended on Theomund.

Right in front of my eyes, Cashel ruffled his waist while putting on a half-shiny face that was so piercing towards me. As if he was upset because I could familiarize myself with Theomund—my father in the past— so easily. Perhaps the image of a witch in the eyes of a knight and in the eyes of a fellow witch was different.

"You seriously want to give your family inheritance? It's nothing, yeah... It's good to consider again."

The pride of the family legacy of the famous witch Ginova so there is no price anymore because their son-in-law does not understand what the value is. I'm sure Theomund taught Lesya how to use it, but she was ignored.

Family inheritance equivalent to a dowry—or a wedding gift—it must be expensive.

"Can I sell it?"