Dream Life

My name is Runa Tsukiya.

When I was in Japan, I was a regular high school student.

My memory suddenly came back about seven years ago. At that time, my current body had just turned three. I was incapable of doing anything with my little body.

There was not a single good thing about coming to this world.

The village of Thysek where I was was was poor, so I was always hungry.

I've hated it more than that. This place was unclean. I can't take a shower, and I don't have a bathroom. Even the clothes don't wash for days, and first of all, I only had one clothes. Besides, there were bugs in the bed all year round and it always itched all over my body.

I couldn't stand it.

A man named Deanna, who hits my mother in this world, was a good man, and a man named Joseph, who hits my father, was silent but not a bad man. I was talking about a guy named Joseph being my father, but maybe not.

I had heard the neighborhood aunts talking by chance. I was born six months after my mother came to this village. I mean, I'm another person's kid. I don't care about that.

Looks like everyone in the village knew about the rumors about me. There were not many children in the village as old as me, of course, about my current physical age, but that age.

With only about eighty people in the village, I originally had few children, but still I didn't have one child of the same age, and I put in about five children two or three years apart.

Even though there are only five of them, I put "about” on them because many had died by the time I was ten years old.

There were about ten of them when they were five, but by the time they were ten, the number of children between the ages of eight and twelve had fallen to five. We were all sick.

There were no doctors in the village of Thysek. My father, the hunter, just picks the herbs.

Doctor, they call me a healer in this world, but the closest place I have a healer was in a town called Thornblow, 25 km away. Of course, I don't have any money to spend on a healer, so it doesn't matter if it's closer.

With that said, I didn't even know the unit “Kimmel” at first. No, I'm still not sure. Somehow a meter (melt) is roughly a meter, so much so that a thousand times that Kimmel would be about a kilometer. Because this is the first time I've ever been out of the village.

Back to the story, there weren't many children in the village. That's not why, but I didn't have any friends.

'Cause you will. Because the older kids worked, and the people they talk to are elementary and kindergarten kids. I can't really be friends with a kid like that. So I was always alone.

I'm glad I didn't have to work until I was about five, but after that, I was made to help with the house. Seemed like less than the rest of the house. Still, it was really hard on my little body to pick up potatoes in the field with my mother's help and do laundry in the creek that runs behind the house.

Among other things, I enjoyed learning letters from my mother and listening to stories about this world.

I don't even have a book to remember the letters. But I studied because I felt sorry I couldn't even write letters.

Strangely enough, my mother had a decent education. It was about my mother and the village chief who could read and write letters properly in this village.

When I was five years old and started being made to work, I started thinking about how I could not manage this life. But I gave up right away. Because there's nothing there.

I tried to improve my diet, but the only seasoning was salt. The ingredients are also basically potatoes, cabbage and turnips. I only made a little wheat, but I didn't have enough bread to bake every day.

So much so that the pasapasa bread came out with the feeling of just a little extravaganza at the festival. But we were still there. My father was a hunter, so I could take stock with my bones, and sometimes, but I could eat meat.

Even so, the delicious part is barter with someone in the village, so muscular hard meat or about a tight gut of smell. It's about meat, but I couldn't eat it at first. Because it made me sick when I saw how she was getting caught in front of me. But humans get used to it. Less than six months later, I stopped worrying.

The house was terrible, too. Especially in the winter, the gap winds come in from all over it, so cold that I thought I'd freeze to death. I think if I hadn't stuck with my mother in a bed with only one, I would have been cold and couldn't even stop the tremor.

There was only one strange thing in my life like that. My mother and I both have dark hair, but I was dyed brown with the herbs I took from the woods. I hated it so much with the weird smelling grass, but my mother would never forgive me. And I asked him why, and he said, "It's for you. Just be patient," he said.

Such a life lasted seven years. And suddenly it ended.

At the end of the harvest festival, in the middle of October, when it was time to start preparing for winter, a sudden scream echoed in the village.

"Run! A herd of orcs has attacked! Run into the woods!

After such a voice, he said with a scream, "Help! No!" or "Don't come!" What a voice I could hear. I had no choice but to tremble when I was disappointed with fear.

Sometimes demons entered this village. At that time, my father, the hunter, and the young men of the village, had been exterminated. Coming in was a big wolf, or a disgusting form of person they said was goblin, but there was nothing like feeling life-threatening.

But this time there's a lot of numbers, screaming and butterflies and running footsteps, mixed with the noise of a demon like a pig's nose, all I could do was crouch in the house.

My mother rushed into the house and said, "Stay hidden in this. No matter what happens, don't speak up. Okay?" I said, opening the door to the vault in the basement where I'd keep the fur. There was a lot of fur inside, and the unique beast smell got my nose.

When I hesitated, I said, "I don't have time" and I was forced into it. Not only that, I hung many furs over my body and ended up closing the lid.

After I went in, I was anxiously going to be crushed. How long do I have to stay in this dark, breathless place? I was wondering if the demons would find me and kill me more than that.

It was over the board, so all I could hear was a creaking sound, but I could hear the demons killing the villagers. When I didn't know how many minutes had passed, all of a sudden, the door to the house was opened and many footsteps rang around.

I almost screamed. But I was desperate to hold my mouth.

I thought it would last forever, but maybe in about five minutes my footsteps went away. I exhaled relief that I had been helped. When that happened, I was wondering what happened to my mother and father.

At that time, you wouldn't be able to escape, and tears came to my eyes that a demon had entered the house that killed both my father and mother.

Until now, I didn't feel affectionate because I didn't think I was my real father or mother. Still, it's sad that no one lived with me after all.

While I was still screaming, I was tired of crying and lost my mind.

When I realized it, I didn't know how much I'd lost my mind. Because I woke up suddenly in the footsteps I heard.

That's when I forgot I was in the vault and hit my body trying to get up. I thought I did, but there's nothing I can do. It was killing my breath that I had to wait for it to pass.

After the sound of moving tables and beds, people were heard. I didn't even know what you were talking about, but it was definitely a human voice.

He was killing his breath for about five minutes, and suddenly the vault door moved. I screamed unexpectedly.

There was a young man in black armor in front of me and a young woman in used leather armor. Behind it was a big man with a spear, and the man was also a woman's. But all I could do was quake and tremble with fear.

He seemed to be talking about something, but he was panicking. I didn't understand. A young woman noticed that I was trembling and she hugged me because I was okay.

At that time, there was no joy in being saved.

I was just scared. I wanted what happened while I was hiding to be a dream.

A blackened man - apparently named Zach - noticed something and went outside. After a while I brought two bloody orbs and two demonic crystal stones each.

That's where I realized it wasn't a dream. Because I found out that was my father and mother's orb and demonic crystal stone.

I don't remember much of what lies ahead. When I went outside the house, the smell of blood and guts, like when I was hoarding animals, yeah, the strong smell that multiplied it dozens of times, poked me in the nose. I was more scared than that of the people in the village who were killed.

My aunt next door, Maggie's body and I got eyes on each other. No, not because I didn't have eyes... but I don't remember anything from it.

When I realized it, Mr. Zach was holding me. He tells me I'm desperately fine, but every time that sight came to my eyes, I panicked.

Looks like Oak was chasing me after that, but I'm not sure. Because I thought I could die like this then.

For the first time when I arrived in Thornbrough, I noticed that Mr. Zach and the others were not there. There was no sign of Lydia, a very pretty woman with a bow, and Beatrice, a very large tiger beast woman.

I couldn't afford to think about why I wasn't there then, and I was frightened by the fear that struck me many times.

If Mel, the red-haired young woman, hadn't been here, I think I'd be crying all the time. Mr. Mel is a swordsman with a fine sword, but he was very kind to me. Like my sister when I was in Japan.

Mr. Dan and Mr. Sharon's siblings always cared about me, too. I decided to assume I was having a bad dream, and all I had to do was entrust myself to Mr. Mel's lullaby, who sings kindly.

I fell asleep for a few hours. Once I woke up, Mr. Zach and the others were back. I don't know. Looks like he was buying us some time to get away. Were you crying, Mr. Mel had his eyes bright red.

But that face seemed really happy. Both Mr. Sharon and Mr. Dan are smiling. I thought you were jealous. Because I have no one to worry about me like this.

The spirit seemed to have come to terms with the tiredness since yesterday and the grief of losing my mothers, and I soon fell asleep again.

I slept well until morning. The horrors that struck me many times yesterday don't strike me much today either. Still, the sight I saw in the village comes to my eyes and my body shivers. Each time Mel or Sharon hugs me.

I was saved by these people. But who are these people? Mr. Beatrice is about the same age as my mother, but Mr. Lydia looks younger, and when I say that, Mr. Zach and his boys are about five or six years older than me. He's defeating an oak that's so young, but the villagers didn't fight him at all, and he talks normally with the great people in town.

When we got to the big town, everyone was waving at Mr. Zach. Looks like a celebrity. The blackened leather armor, the black cape and the peeking face from the helmet are very cool. From the words that come in my ear. Apparently noble. There is certainly such an atmosphere.

The next day, I rode a carriage from a big town into the woods. Looks like Mr. Zach and the others left first and are escorted by Mr. Dan and Mr. Sharon. Two other soldiers were escorted along with someone who looked like a tough face captain. I thought he was a nobleman after all, but he wasn't very interested in me.

I arrived at a very beautiful place.

Between the beautiful hills flow streams, with flowers blooming at the edge of the road. The house to be built between the hills was not a miserable hut like the village I was in, but a cute house like a triangular roof and a bright white wall and a black pillar toy. So much so that they believe it's some theme park.

Sometimes, they were different from the villagers, but they were all dressed beautifully. In my village it was clothes that I could not even wear during the festival.

As we proceeded between the hills, there was a small hill of destination. This was a beautiful place too. There are green carpet-like meadows and maple and birch groves, brick buildings and large wooden buildings, with old mansions built at the top.

I don't know if I'm staying here today, but honestly, I didn't care.

I hope this nightmare wakes you up soon.

He should be back in Japan when he wakes up. Your father or mother is waiting at home. Friends of the school too...... It's a long, long nightmare, but I don't have any dreams I won't wake up to.

But after days, I don't wake up dreaming.

Somebody help me......