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Chapter 7 - VII - The Wish

The man pushed himself off from the wooden floorboards to the old lady's direction, his movements desperate, but still holding together his legs. His body was uncoordinated and struggled to crawl until he finally managed to kneel from when the Centipede had gone. Then the terror it left, comes the heavy shadows of the room that whisper a raspy but gentle voice drifting toward him.

"Calm young sorrow, no harm intended. I am the fall and dawn, but they call me Eir, greetings, relief are you?" A voice just became a little bit tone deaf to the old lady, a question full of curiosity with a raised eyebrow to the lady, he then take a deep breath and open his tongue

"Relief!? Its Painful! everywhere. it burns!"

The lady had raised her cheeks "Thou not know gratitude, yes dear but well your dead sore had just come alive aren't are of course? suit your anger young lad, but its gonna be over. Soon Suzu will relieved your tragedy." Eir replied, looking at him and smiling as if she had just found gold in the desert dust.

The man had been frozen by the reply, 'such nonsense' he thought. With his pale blue eyes darting across her wrinkled face, he is searching for a gateway, that it is just all a joke. But, her eyes were dead subtle staring at her only to find out it was absolute sincerity. His brow furrowed into a deep, sharp crease. Believing the opposite are true, near his death, he is unfaithful. He then collapsed from the bed to the floor and ran out of breath.

The bell then rang again. A fire gleaps from a thunder storm, surging to his body and contemplate with dark sorrow room. Soon the lights have been blowed by the wind and only the man had become the candle of the room. 

"Proh me! Haec anima morietur. Succurre animae miserae, iuvenili, benignae, fatis destinatae!"

For every man carries a soul, had been a fire that lighted from between his chest. A light had been kindled from the soul body, once again. To indicate the mind hasn't given up. The red blood still flows to the ground, and chances are still can be made. The young man had supressed his fear and had a chance to see the broken sky once again.

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