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TWE Vol.1 Prologue: “Inhumanity”
It’s cold, the night wind from outside made the damp cave temperature unbearable for the child whose body only wrapped in worn out clothing. His malnourished body trembled as he clenched his fist and teeth and two tired eyes could be seen on the child’s dirty face. One ought to get it that the sad thing tried to survive. Keeping his eyes open no matter how much the desire to rest them begs him.
Since he couldn’t afford to, afraid that any stray beast might get him. Funny how the situation seemed, the child wouldn’t even get to fend any beast off with that frail body of his.
He miraculously survived until now by feeding himself sorts of grass, bearable to his tongue and bitter water dripped from the cave ceiling that had mixed with bat feces. For five days and five nights. Yet tonight might be the last of his struggle. The heartbeats of the little guy changed by the second, this was the only far he could manage. He rested those eyes.
❁●⸻
A small laugh echoed deep within the same cave. It was a man in a ragged traditional Malay dress, adorned with what seemed to be stained metallic jewelries, reminiscence of a royalty. His long grizzled black hair lengths to his shoulders as they covered his face and fangs which were now bared by a grin.
“The little meat stopped breathing.”
Only now that he muttered some words, he watched the child from when the child first arrived at the cave.
Living here all this time there was nothing he could entertain himself with, until just recently. It was pretty amusing as he watched it enter here to shelter itself from the heavy rain. Shivered as it entered that day, huddled as of now. Even though breathless.
It foraged the weeds that grew here, ate any insects that passed by and crunched its thirst with that dirty water dripped from the stalactites above.
The second day it seemed to had a little bit of energy when it attempted to catch the hanged bats for a few times, threw sticks and rocks at them. Yet all of that was futile.
Third day, it found Seridara. A tiny flower with five petals that glowed green in the dark. The thing was joyful when it uncovered the flower between two rocks. It was still here, the little thing didn’t pluck it out. It arranged the rocks to make a circle around the flower even. He guessed it liked the flower.
Fourth to fifth day, it only sat looked at the flower and did nothing else. He didn’t know what was going on in its head these two days and the night of the fifth, this night it stopped to move.
“No.”
He unconsciously said that, why? Did he grew fond of the creature these past few days? He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t want his sole amusement to be gone.
He walked slowly towards where the child was and no rush could be seen, his dignity as of royal blood refrain from him doing so. He also swiftly catched a bat from the ceiling along his walk.
The bat wriggle and screech with pain in his grasp as he clawed its gallbladder out.
This cave bats were unique since they feed solely on a type of plant outside which had a property that was very conductive to electric made their own Geliga stone contain the same attribute albeit just a small amount. But this was enough.
He inserted the stone down the throat of the lifeless child to a position near the heart and drag the body by the hand to the outside of the cave that invited him with loud thunders.
“No, you can’t, i want my meat fresh.”
As the body was out a lightning struck it right away like hungrily snatched a meal that was given to it. A loud boom followed, the first it struck the body twitched. The second time, life entered the eyes and the third time scream erupted.
“Enter the cave.” he said to the child he just brought from the dead.
❁●⸻
The pitiful thing awake from what was to him a little nap, when he felt a strong feeling of something hit his chest and let out a voice he never did all his life. Tears flowed as he began to think of his death, unbeknown he just gone through it.
They found me! “Please i dont want to die.” he shouted while he prayed that they, the bad people he thought got him, still had a shred of humanity left for them to not succumb to their desire to kill him.
“Who’s going to kill you, meat?”
The child then heard someone speak to him, an arrogant voice by the tone. Though felt, that someone cared for him, cared for his well-being.
“Who are you?”
“Come inside before you are burnt.”
❁●⸻
The man stared at the child from what appeared to be a throne carved from a slab of black rock. His red eyes normally would strike fear on anyone. Yet the child felt strange comfort in them.
“Thank you mister.”
“Hmm.”
He gave a brief respond and due to a child’s curiosity, the conversation was easy to be continued by using useless topics spontaneously came to mind.
“Ah mister! your nails are so long, how many months you don’t cut it?” the child looked at the man hands and feet, they lengths more than a finger and seemed sharp enough to do more than graze someone’s flesh if ever happen to touch.
“In a quiet some time.” he uninterestedly glanced over his own fingers then glanced back to the child, seemed livelier than before after gaining the energy back from all the food he fed.
It look more appetizing now, but i guess it need more time to become plump. A few more days of feeding perhaps? The goats on this mountain are plenty enough.
These were his thoughts, nevertheless they didn’t have any real evil meaning, in truth he wished for the child to be healthy again.
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