It's dark again. Far above the cobweb-covered ceiling, sunlight streamed through a narrow slit. Approximately only seven millimeters less. But so massive. The beam was tilted downwards by forty-five degrees, making it a yellow, aisikla-like breakthrough light. With specks of dust floating around in super slow scenes.
The tip stopped right at Candramawa's forehead. The warm feeling gradually turned into heat that was ready to make a hole in the girl's head. Candramawa woke up in a hurry. Sitting beside the bed rubbing the missing hole.
She examined her palms. Then on the circumstances around her. Where is she? Candramawa stood up slowly. Around the four areas of the wall in the room. No windows. Just a door with a rusty handle. Candramawa believes this is just one of the thousands of illustrations Deluna's green mist can create.
“Deluna!” The girl screamed. Many times. "Get me out of here!" But no one answered. So, Candramawa broke the door in front of her with an aisikla. Then get out of there.
Candramawa scanned the situation outside. Trying to remember how it happened, so she could be here. Este-is this? Or another city she had never been to? Because the smell and the atmosphere feel foreign.
In front of her, wisps of dry, smelling smoke clouded her vision. Then suddenly something hit and sent her flying to the ground. A man resting his feet on Candramawa's shoulders. His eyes were bloodshot, in his hand he held an aisikla with dried blood on all sides. Ready to decapitate that girl who doesn't understand anything.
The crunching sound of her burdened shoulder bones made Candramawa wince. She couldn't choose any other method than to fight back— parried twice, then one opportunity she didn't miss to slit the man's throat first. Blood spurted into her face. The smell—oh!
Chandrawawa wakes up again. Kick the creature once to make sure it's dead. The girl wiped her face and then confirmed the smell. So fragrant, delicious. Candramawa did not know that blood could smell this sweet, more exciting than her favorite brand of licorice root.
She crouched there, tugging at the muscles of the man's neck. Taste a bit. Examine the taste, then continue eating. Six bites and she was getting hungrier. A second later she realized, that this might just be a dream. She turned around, realizing that the smoke had disappeared.
It's not the first time Candramawa has seen a dead body. But never this much. Pieces of aisikla of all colors are stuck everywhere. On the ground, tree trunks, on the necks of women with distended bellies, on the backs of men who were hugging their wives and children who were also not spared from the massacre.
Chandrawawa is nauseous. A stench suddenly rushed from her own mouth. The girl doesn't know anything. She reflexively ran into the wet teak forest in her memory. Kampung Weesa has now become a cemetery in the blink of an eye.
How could that be? Candramawa opened a large tap that was used by villagers to fetch drinking water for livestock. Then rinse her mouth, wash her face, palms up to the elbows. Inhaling the water from the nose with grandiose expectations.
Candramawa didn't want the smell to ingrain in her lungs. But she choked instead. God, she couldn't stand the smell. Then, Candramawa ran as far as she could. She was already submerged in the green mist. And this dream is too real to be destroyed. She had to go to the pine forest. She wanted to meet Alfrore.
On the way, she met a little girl who was sitting alone. Her arms were so fat, her skin rosy. Someone had deliberately splashed blood on her. What if it's not bait? But for whom? Candramawa was moved, and she approached the girl. Look at her face, her eyes.
"What's your name?" Candramawa asked in a low voice.
The girl looked. “Mawa, Candramawa,” she answered.
Candramawa gasped. Then a red aisikla appeared behind the little girl. Slitting her throat slowly. Blood flowed down along with the body that fell down—without a head.
“Felis!” Candramawa screamed in horror.
The killer smiled, holding out the girl's head to Candramawa. "Eat before I eat you. You're too thin." Around her neck hung a Quartz Bell. The color is clear. The sound filled Candramawa's ears.
To avoid confrontation, Candramawa backed off. Long run. She wasn't sures he would win—after seeing that thing hanging from Felis' neck. Keep running, she told herself. Encouraging her soul that was scared half to death.
Even to look back, Candramawa did not dare. At the edge of the forest entrance, Candramawa ran into a woman. Her hair is curly, the color is brown.
“Laureen…” Candramawa stopped.
"Why don't you kill her while you can?" she asked. The sound is loud.
Candramawa was devastated. "I already tried."
"You're not really trying!" she accused. Made Candramawa remember her father.
Candramawa loved Felis. Twenty years of watching her. She had broken her promise. Make a new deal with herself. If everyone could have a second chance. Is she wrong?
"Why don't you kill her while you can?" Marlon asked in an irritated tone. Chandrawawa did not turn around. She was busy chewing lycoris. Until her teeth break if necessary, as long as you don't need to hear things like this.
"I can not."
“You must, otherwise—”
“I will make her more human than anyone, Father! I can!" Chandrawawa is tired.
"We are not human. You and Felis, how about making a demon into a human?” Marlon scratched his head, making his always neat hair a mess. He saw the future. But neither possibility is good, for Felis. The last Reeda.
Candramawa clenched her fists, the girl didn't like being belittled. What she didn't know were humans, sometimes more terrifying than any Reeda.
"I can't kill her. I tried." Candramawa came back from her memory, she knelt there.
Compassion affects Candramawa. That girl, how could she kill someone so similar to her? Just as lonely. Same alone.
Then silence enveloped Candramawa's ears. The figure she had believed to be Laureen had disappeared. One by one the pine tree trunks that surrounded Candramawa shifted. Forming an awkward path. In front of the pines lined up like a line of war soldiers. Getting to the end narrower.
The ground he stepped on moved, bringing Candramawa to the tree. Alfredo.The Silent one. The Stiff ones. The tree is a forked pine. Same old tree. But no longer alive.
"Alfrore..." Candramawa called out in the saddest tone. Her tears spilled. She ran hugging the tree as hard as she could. Her vision blurred, her cheeks wet. She had been whining for a long time, and Alfrore was just an ordinary pine tree.
"Don't you understand?" Deluna's voice filled the air.
Candramawa fell backwards. The tree disappeared.
“Get me out of here, Deluna!” Candramawa screamed. She was horrified, and this kind of torment, she could not stand it anymore.
"I will kill you." Felis suddenly appeared before her. An empty, borderless space enveloped the two of them. Chandrawa stood up. She straightened her body, trying desperately not to look shaken.
Felis grinned. Her curly hair moved with the wind. She wears black clothes. Ready for Candramawa's funeral.
"I am dead. Since your birth, my life is over, Felis!” replied Candramawa. She stared into those cold gray eyes with anger. Candramawa let the girl come closer. She waited until Felis really stuck aisikla in her chest.
Then Candramawa smiled. She held the aisikla with both hands. Felis was confused.
"How did you not die?"
Candramawa said calmly, "Felis, in this mist, I am the main character."