A Wish to Grab Happiness

The sun shed its lids, and the streets of Belfein were devoured by the darkness of the night. If it were meant to be, only the pale lights of the moon would no longer illuminate the earth. People, beasts, everyone rushes to their own bunks early. Yes, inherently, if any.

- But now, something is roaring that lights up the streets that are supposed to be dark.

It was like a boiling flame. It was like a gushing turbulence, crashing for something, like a dragon.

Magic runoff rises above the centre of Berfein as it pours brilliant lights into the city at night. Abnormal. Clear, it must be abnormal.

Besides, magic is not so easily reflected in people's eyes. It is exercised by sorcerers and wizards, who, for the first time in some way, can capture their appearance. When it comes to a certain concentration, magic does not show its appearance, as if it were thin silk, only pale.

That's what keeps ripping the sky and ascending to heaven as it now shows people its horrible thin green appearance. Excessively high density of magic was shaping the columns of light rushing up to heaven. It's no longer like coming out in a gaga or something, like that, a sight.

Everyone is deprived of those eyes.

People were strained by the sight, as if they had even lost the ability to close their eyelids, as if they had forgotten to create an expression. The poor, the common people and the nobles were acting the same way, all at this time shouting that they had forgotten the fence of identity.

And so everyone begins to hold that word in their chest, even if they don't say it.

- Oh, something horrible, something horrible must happen.

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I feel my cheeks stroked by the air flow. That rising run of magic, little by little, seemed to be gaining momentum.

Wake yourself up as you narrow your eyes and try to grab onto Karia's body. There was a feeling in my lungs that something was rumbling around the vortex.

"- Give me a break. Fialert was here, too."

I don't know, my lips squealed like that. It wasn't a voice to make anyone listen, it was just a voice close to stupidity. As Karia rounds her silver eyes, you know what I mean. Whatever, a rare, small voice for a calia that makes a grand, tense voice at all times. Apparently, he cares about my body with a scratch even though it's my shoulder arm. I don't have anything to say as far as I'm concerned if it's worth it all the time.

"I understand, of course. Naturally, there's someone else who can cause such an anomaly."

Yes, as I put it. The appearance in the eyes is indisputably abnormal, heretical, the true opposite of everyday tea rice, etc. Whether it's something like this, going back in time, or moving on to the future, there are only a few people who can do it. So, in what I know, there's only one.

Even the weather, even the world, will change it in its own hands, that woman will be the only one.

But how come, again, to Belfein? And, trying to squeal so, my lips were inadvertently closed. Leaking that word again in front of Kalia is not much of a concern.

It's not about self-esteem, it's not about overconfident yourself. But I know that Fialert had something close to me. Perhaps the fialert's arrival at Belfein was also cut off by the whistling of the emotion.

That, for me, is unwanted, and this chest crawls up with another emotion, along with one that is close to joy. There was also an emotion that made me shy away from the fact that I should not be passionate about that hero in Fialert, even though I was once not even allowed to exist.

Stupid. Stupid. I know that better than anyone. But how easy it is if a person's emotions follow reason. How much more can a person live much happier than he is now? Because it cannot be done, all men are forced to live their days while pushing their troubles into the back of their skulls. So, I'm still no exception.

But.

Forced to cage his force in his slightly fluttering legs, his hands off Kalia's shoulders. When I put my hand on my chest, the loose feeling touched my fingertips. Has it accumulated the blood that was flowing out of my shoulders?

Unexpectedly wrinkle between the eyebrows, shaking his ears, chewing cigarettes against his mouth. Long after, I felt my lips taste the feeling.

The nostrils, the unique smell and the smell of iron, go through. I breathed out loud twice, narrowing my eyes.

"You have no idea. Are you going to step into that cave yourself?"

"Well, yeah, I'll be there."

Short, telling him to eat the tail, shaking his legs. To take a step forward, the pain was going to stain out of the bone marrow.

I see Karia's silver eyes looking at this one with some kind of emotion left behind. But there's such an unkalia-like look on my face that I'm trying to put it in my mouth. Because she had never thought of anything like the fold of her former journey, her reluctance towards me.

Oh, not at all. It doesn't seem like it, it doesn't matter. Kalia, and calls so small. I took a step as I rolled the bite cigarette with my finger and let my leg move forward.

"You're one of mine. Undisputed. And so... fialerts."

It was, like, spit out of the depths of my chest, you know, words. Until now, the mud that was never spit out and solidified in the back of the gut is now slowly exposed to the air by changing its shape to words.

"I'm in that cave, Karia, and you and I are gonna do the same thing. Oh, I guess so. If he's one of us, if he's in danger."

Oddly enough, the words didn't come together, I could understand. There was that feeling, as if the emotions were flooding out of my lips as they were.

Oh, yeah, but I must have wanted to throw these words out of my lips more than anything else. Chest up, shoulder to shoulder with those heroes, wishing, above all, that I could say this.

"- He wants to help, that's what I think. Didn't you, yeah?

No longer could Karia see her face. I'm not ashamed. I show my back, and I take another step forward, okay? Ha, and I heard a big sigh from behind, and so, some strong force propped up my body. Karia's voice is whispered in her ear.

"You big fool. Look, then you'll remember to bring a little to your buddies' shoulders."

Even though I pointed my lips and said so, Karia's long lashes seemed to play in some good mood. At all, at all times, I don't have any difficulty.

Neither the private soldiers nor the mercenaries tried to stop me and Karia from walking. Everyone looked at the unusual sight of being deprived of their eyes by a magical flurry and thus protruding a step out of the reason of the world, without understanding what to do and what to do.