That's how other pursuers came and saw the horrible scene of their comrades lying on the ground, dead. A short-haired adventurer, with blue eyes and a scar on his face, said, "This child comes from the cursed forest, he's a monster. A beautiful prey like that doesn't let it escape. And that bastard Stéphane was taking advantage of him, so he'll pay his debts instead."
Some people said, "But it's the cursed forest, they can't venture there." The adventurer was very brave, he wasn't afraid of that. He said, "I've already cheated death many times, it's not a kid who's going to scare me."
That's how he advanced into the cursed forest. On the other side, Joël was running, running without stopping. Then he climbed a tree, crying, "Why am I like this? Why am I not normal like others?" He was lamenting his fate, feeling alone and abandoned in this cruel world. He was crying, tears flowing down his face, eyes closed, praying for someone, anyone, to hear him and understand him. But there was only the silence of the forest, and the wind blowing through the trees, like a mocking whisper.
The adventurer entered the cursed forest prudently, his saber out of its sheath, ready to strike. He took out a lamp and murmured, "Find my prey." A blue light came out of the lamp and searched for its prey.
The adventurer, known as Jack, licked his lips with anticipation, a cruel smile on his face. "Ah, there it is," he murmured, following the light that led him to his prey.
The forest was silent, the only sounds being the cracking of branches under his feet and the murmur of the blue light. In just a few minutes, the light stopped, pointing to a tree above which a silhouette was hiding. Jack smiled, his gaze fixed on the tree, his saber ready to strike.
"I've found you, monster," he murmured, starting to climb the tree with surprising agility. The silhouette, Joël, didn't move, as if he knew his fate was already sealed.
I'm going to let him kill me without lifting a finger. I don't want to die. Look at Jack. Game against game. Jack. Blood was coming out of his ears. Out of his eyes. He smiled, taking the saber in his hand. He pierced it, piercing his heart. Then he stopped Joël's face. He came down with him. Said, you think you're the only one who's made a pact with a demon? He threw a punch at Joël's face. That's how Joël fell to the ground. And Jack pulled out the saber from his pierced heart. He said this.
I've already cheated death many times. No. I've been dead. But you know what? Your power is really very interesting. I want it.
He fell to the ground. His heart stopped.
Joël, lying on the ground, looked at Jack's body, his mind confused and his body hurt. He didn't understand what had just happened, or why Jack had done that. He felt weak and powerless, unable to move or react. The silence of the forest was oppressive, only broken by the sound of his heavy breathing and the slowing beats of his heart. He closed his eyes, waiting for it all to be over.
That's how other pursuers came and saw the horrible scene of their comrades lying on the ground, dead. A short-haired adventurer, with blue eyes and a scar on his face, said, "This child comes from the cursed forest, he's a monster. A beautiful prey like that doesn't let it escape. And that bastard Stéphane was taking advantage of him, so he'll pay his debts instead."
Some people said, "But it's the cursed forest, they can't venture there." The adventurer was very brave, he wasn't afraid of that. He said, "I've already cheated death many times, it's not a kid who's going to scare me."
That's how he advanced into the cursed forest. On the other side, Joël was running, running without stopping. Then he climbed a tree, crying, "Why am I like this? Why am I not normal like others?" He was lamenting his fate, feeling alone and abandoned in this cruel world. He was crying, tears flowing down his face, eyes closed, praying for someone, anyone, to hear him and understand him. But there was only the silence of the forest, and the wind blowing through the trees, like a mocking whisper.
The adventurer entered the cursed forest prudently, his saber out of its sheath, ready to strike. He took out a lamp and murmured, "Find my prey." A blue light came out of the lamp and searched for its prey.
The adventurer, known as Jack, licked his lips with anticipation, a cruel smile on his face. "Ah, there it is," he murmured, following the light that led him to his prey.
The forest was silent, the only sounds being the cracking of branches under his feet and the murmur of the blue light. In just a few minutes, the light stopped, pointing to a tree above which a silhouette was hiding. Jack smiled, his gaze fixed on the tree, his saber ready to strike.
"I've found you, monster," he murmured, starting to climb the tree with surprising agility. The silhouette, Joël, didn't move, as if he knew his fate was already sealed.
I'm going to let him kill me without lifting a finger. I don't want to die. Look at Jack. Game against game. Jack. Blood was coming out of his ears. Out of his eyes. He smiled, taking the saber in his hand. He pierced it, piercing his heart. Then he stopped Joël's face. He came down with him. Said, you think you're the only one who's made a pact with a demon? He threw a punch at Joël's face. That's how Joël fell to the ground. And Jack pulled out the saber from his pierced heart. He said this.
I've already cheated death many times. No. I've been dead. But you know what? Your power is really very interesting. I want it.
He fell to the ground. His heart stopped.
Joël, lying on the ground, looked at Jack's body, his mind confused and his body hurt. He didn't understand what had just happened, or why Jack had done that. He felt weak and powerless, unable to move or react. The silence of the forest was oppressive, only broken by the sound of his heavy breathing and the slowing beats of his heart. He closed his eyes, waiting for it all to be over.