Lugia, my name of the elf

The head of the seven islands, in the dense forest;

Without the sound of the terrible god, the innocent A-Lan strives to regain his former sense and logic;

But that indescribable, extreme and strange pleasure is like poison, a highly addictive poison that makes people want to live;

The unusual stimulation brought to the soul by killing and abuse made this once sunny and dream-seeking boy completely sink into a cold and dark corner of hell, and he could never go back to the past easily.

A Lan's eyes were empty, and he dragged his exhausted body, swaying, intending to return to his cabin.

The only remaining reason he had recovered repeatedly told this lonely boy that everything was a dream and a nightmare;

Perhaps as long as he gets a good sleep and bathes in the early morning sun tomorrow, the warm light may be able to sweep away the evil and gloom in his soul.

And with his remaining sanity, the young man did not forget the goal of his trip;

In his cold, zombie-like chest, he held two elf eggs, which came from the flying sea monster he brutally killed;

This was the only hope left in the young man's heart, and his mind was filled with fantasies about the good times he would have with the two elves in the future;

They can watch the sea, the sunset, the stars, eat and sleep together and never be separated.

In the days to come, the young man will no longer be alone, he will finally have company.

This obsession with a better future has become the only last faint star shining in the darkness of the young man's heart at this moment;

Once there is no light of hope in his heart and soul, the young man will completely become a loyal slave and crazy believer of the unknown existence in the deep sea.

A Lan was confused, his lower limbs were trembling, and his thoughts were as muddy as mud, so filthy that it made people laugh;

But fortunately, his body carried him safely through the dense forest and brought him back to the tribe based on physical memory;

Fortunately, no trace of him was found.

Alan looked blankly at the group of small wooden houses inhabited by the tribesmen who were once very familiar, but now felt very strange;

The young man's face suddenly became extremely ugly;

In Alan's eyes, the treacherous lone moon above exudes a bizarre light. The trees around him are like slaves of the devil, swinging and twisting their ugly branches with the evil wind. In the gentle sea breeze of the past, there is still an unknown sound echoing. The soul-stirring words of existence.

Once a person sees the sight of hell and experiences that fatal and despairing experience, his world will be completely changed.

In A-Lan's eyes, the moon is no longer beautiful, the sea breeze is no longer gentle, and even the numerous wooden cabins that once felt so familiar to residents look like death tombs;

It seemed that whenever A Lan approached any one of them, a black hand covered with sharp white hair and leaking foul-smelling pus would grab him into it;

Devour his flesh and blood, chew up his bones, and tear apart his already fragile soul.

Big beads of sweat dripped down from the young man's forehead like rain on a late autumn night;

The once straight back was wet, the once raised chest was wet, and even the two elf eggs in the arms were covered with a touch of cold frost.

But when the young man was nervous and his spirit and soul were extremely fragile and sensitive, the faint sound of crying in the air completely broke through A Lan's last psychological defense line.

Tears of fear finally began to flow from his eyes;

He remained motionless, silently enduring the huge shock in his heart.

After a while, the only remaining reason told Alan that he had gone home, and that terrifying unknown existence had not spoken for a long time;

Maybe the God of Storms has a spirit and has driven him away.

A-Lan wiped away tears of despair and regret, feeling regretful about why he had to capture the elf baby today;

Maybe if it were another day, or even another elf, today's tragedy wouldn't have happened?

Just when A-Lan was filled with hatred, the faint sound of crying in the cool breeze became more intense;

The voice seemed to come from a woman, and her screams in the middle of the night sounded inexplicably desolate and sad;

I believe that anyone who stops here can feel how sad and heavy the emotion in this woman's cries is just by listening to it.

Alan, who had regained some sense again, leaned on the woman's cry and curiously searched for the source of the cry.

This time, there were no surprises. Alan quickly discovered the source of the crying. He dragged his body, which was full of trauma, closer to him;

It was an ordinary cabin. Alan went there and listened quietly;

It turned out that the cry was made by a woman who was awakened by a nightmare and was frightened.

Inside, the sound of conversations between a man and a woman could be heard intermittently;

"...."

"Did you dream about her again?"

"Ah."

"You should forget about her."

"She is our child, given to that damn devil as a sacrifice. How could I forget her? She is my favorite daughter, and I will never forget her. In the dream, she called me mother, You went outside to pick fruits and asked me to eat them..."

"That's enough! That was three years ago. When will you forget her?!"

"Why?! Why should I forget my daughter, you incompetent man? On the day when my daughter was eaten alive by the demon, she must have called her father and mother in fear, hoping that we would help her. But what did we do? ? Forget her!!! That is our incompetence and failure as parents, and it is the heaviest sin in my heart. How can you ask me to forget it!!!"

"...."

"It's been three years. If the great God of Storms could have come three years earlier, if he could have come three years earlier, my daughter would be like, woo woo woo..."

"Shut up and don't talk about the great Storm God!"

"...."

"Go to sleep, maybe you'll feel better tomorrow."

"I often think that maybe I should die in my daughter's place. She left in such a hurry without seeing this beautiful world carefully. Haha, why are the seven children this year so lucky? She even became a goddess?! My poor daughter! Mom, I miss you again..."

"...."

···

After hearing the conversation between the two storm residents, Alan, who had satisfied his curiosity, fell into deep hesitation;

For some reason, his heart became heavier;

The dense magical fog that had troubled him before shrouded his mind again, examining his soul.

Sin?

Perhaps originally, the idea and action of planning to snatch the elves could not be said to be kind.

But the young man at that time could be understood and forgiven;

Because his concept has not been completely changed, not only him, but also many people in the tribe have been choked by the order to regard sea monsters as "elves" and regard elves as equal beings with humans. Throat, it is difficult to accept it safely.

The boy's original purpose may have been more or less utilitarian and selfish, but it was not the inhumane evil and unforgivable sin it is now.

That unknown and terrifying dark god, and the crazy oracle he sent down, caused this young man who originally believed in Storm to be completely corrupted and ruined.

Suddenly, a sentence popped up in the young man's mind. It was the mantra of Baofeng;

"The storm has something to say, all living beings are equal, there should be no distinction between high and low, noble and low, whether human or elves."

"Equal! Everything is equal!!!" Alan's heart suddenly surged, thinking painfully in his heart.

The remaining fire of reason was swaying in the violent storm, as if it would be completely extinguished in the next moment.

The next moment, there was a scene that horrified A Lan. Weird and terrifying hallucinations actually appeared in his eyes.

This illusion seemed real and unreal, and he couldn't avoid it;

Everything in my eyes returned to the dense forest just now;

A Lan still stood there coldly, but what was shocking was that the flying sea monster turned into a human woman, and the little flying sea monster in the lair turned into a seven-year-old human girl;

"What?! What is going on?!" A Lan's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

The woman was shouting and the girl was begging for help. The scene in front of her was exactly the same as the scene in the dense forest just now;

The huge injury on the woman's chest and the helpless and frightened look on the girl's face were all reproduced in the most perfect way.

But A-Lan, like an evil demon, was ruthlessly and cruelly enjoying himself in the biting wind;

That kind of expression and feeling that didn't belong to human beings made Alan completely crazy again;

"The storm is above, then, that's me!!! Why did I become like that!!!" A Lan was hysterical in his heart, but all the emotions in his heart could not be released from his throat, and he had lost the ability to speak.

In the fantasy, another crazy and bloodthirsty Alan bent his bow and shot an exploding stone arrow, which cut off the girl's head!

"No!!! Stop! That's not me!!!" A Lan stopped him with blood in his eyes, screaming desperately in the depths of his soul.

But the brutal massacre had already occurred, the girl's body remained in the nest, and the girl's head rolled in front of the woman;

The woman's eyes widened, and the despair that transcended everything and the grief that could not be described in words once again became the final scene of the massacre.

The same cry as before, the pain of losing a child, the hatred of killing a child, carrying a heavy power hundreds of times of grief, crashed into A Lan's mind.