Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 47

The early morning sun shines through the window, making the dry wooden floor smell fragrant.

This is a small room with a bed inside. The quilt on it has two bulges. It seems that someone is huddled in it.

There were two elves who looked exactly the same. The only thing that could tell the difference between them was the pattern on their foreheads.

The two little guys hugged each other, forehead to forehead, as if they had never been separated.

The chirping of birds began, and in the new day, accompanied by the roar of a dragon, the forest came alive.

The two little boys opened their eyes almost at the same time. Their golden pupils were like tomorrow's eyes and they were as dark as pool water. It seemed that they shared all their worries and didn't hide anything.

"Good morning." The boy with golden eyes said softly, and then touched the other boy who seemed to be stunned: "What's wrong?"

"Brother" the other child opened his mouth slightly because of surprise, with disbelief written all over his face.

"It's me, what's wrong?" The other boy was a little embarrassed when he looked at him like this. Just as he was thinking about it, he was suddenly hugged tightly.

"Brother", the child with the black pattern on his head rushed forward, hugging the other boy tightly with his hands, his voice suddenly became trembling, and two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes, like It's like a river.

This is Ou Ri and Ou Yue. I don’t know when they met again in that small home.

Recalling everything before, it seemed like a dream. In that dream, Ouyue lost his home and his brother.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Ori hugged Ouyue helplessly, looked at the crying guy in his arms, and touched his head comfortingly: "I have a nightmare."

"Yeah" Ouyue was so afraid that all this was fake. He hugged his brother tightly, as if no one would separate them as long as he didn't let go.

"That won't make you cry. You're not young anymore." Ori put his chin on Ouyue's forehead: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here."

As he spoke, he slowly pressed his forehead to Ouyue's head, and the golden patterns touched the black patterns.

"Didn't we make an appointment?" Ori said softly: "As long as I am still here, no one will separate us. As long as we can be together, there will be no fear."

"But I dreamed of you." Ouyue felt that he couldn't even speak clearly. The touch on his arm was so real. He could even feel his brother's heartbeat. That real feeling made him feel It's so beautiful.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Ori continued to comfort his brother: "You don't mind if I ask you what you dreamed about. Telling it may make you feel better."

"I dreamed." Ouyue was about to say something, but suddenly froze.

Yes, why are you crying so sadly?

A little confused, Ouyue loosened her arms around her brother, looked at her hands, and then looked at the room.

It was obvious that he had been here all along and nothing had happened.

He suddenly covered his forehead and gasped for air.

There was something in that dream. It seemed like they were taken away by an elf named Charlie. Where were they taken?

Ouyue gasped for breath, hoping to recall something, and then he suddenly froze.

Why should I cry?

"What's wrong?" Auri saw that Aoyue's condition was not very good, and touched his forehead with concern: "What's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you need me to find some medicine for you?"

"No, I'm fine." Ouyue looked at her hands and blinked: "I can't seem to remember the dream I had."

"Isn't that better?" Ori gave him a big hug: "Those unpleasant things, why should we remember them?"

"It's time to eat." Suddenly, someone shouted from outside the door.

That was their mother Carla. The aroma of apple pie had penetrated through the crack in the door, making people feel their stomachs growling.

"Mom called us to eat." Ori touched his head: "Get up, let's go pick fruits together today."

"Well" Ouyue shook her head to stop herself from forgetting those things, followed her brother and got out of bed, and opened the door.

It was a scene I had seen countless times. Mom was burning ripe apples for them, and Dad was sitting on the dining table, holding a book in his hand and a cup of steaming coffee next to him.

"Good morning, did you sleep well last night?" Mom smiled at them: "Have a taste, it's just out of the oven."

Ouyue slowly climbed onto the chair, scooped a spoonful of apple pie for himself and stuffed it into his mouth. The fruity aroma in his mouth was so great that he couldn't help but feel full of strength all over his body.

He took another spoonful, brought it close to his mouth, took a deep breath, and wanted to know more about the fragrant smell.

Then he froze for a moment, staring at the contents of the spoon in a daze.

Obviously he could smell the aroma of apple pie in the room just now, but now he couldn't smell anything.

Ouyue stuffed the apple pie into her mouth and was stunned.

What he put in his mouth was like air, tasteless.

Ou Yue looked at the pie on the plate strangely, and was suddenly stunned. She watched the baked pie slowly turn white, like a piece of painting that was missing and uncolored.

He looked at the plate in a daze, tilted his head, and stared at the plate.

What did mom make?

Ouyue covered her head and suddenly felt a fear coming from the depths of her soul.

Suddenly, the air suddenly became quiet. He raised his head and saw his parents opening and closing their mouths there, seemingly chatting happily.

But he couldn't hear anything and seemed to be isolated.

"Ou Yue" Just when Ou Yue felt scared, Ori raised his head and looked at him and raised his eyebrows: "Are you okay?"

"Well" Ou Yue looked at Ori. His voice was the only one left in the room at this time, and everything around him was silent.

"Why don't you eat? Don't you have an appetite?" Ori moved towards him, looked at him and said, "You have to eat well to grow taller."

"Yeah" Ouyue blinked and suddenly froze.

This room is slowly collapsing, and the things inside are turning white bit by bit, as if the picture is being painted with white paint over and over again.

"But it doesn't matter if you have no appetite. Aren't we still going to pick berries?" Ori jumped down from the chair and trotted open the door.

The door opened slowly, but there was nothing outside...

Ou Yue's pupils suddenly shrank and she looked outside, her whole body trembling slightly.

This is where I grew up...where I lived as a kid and why I can't remember anything.

Ouyue looked around in horror. The living room, which was the only thing left in his memory, was slowly decomposing until he stood in a white light, with only his parents and his brother around him.

After that, his parents gradually lost their color, and only himself and Ori, who stood in front of him and looked at him with a puzzled expression, were left in the entire area.

"Brother" Ouyue rushed forward and held his brother in his arms, his whole body trembling.

Suddenly, he could no longer remember where he came from or where he grew up. He even forgot his parents, except for the brother in front of him who was born at almost the same time as him.

In other words, everything in this world is strange to him now. Only his brother is clearly identifiable.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Ou Ri was thrown to the ground by Ou Yue, and he looked at Ou Yue dotingly: "What's wrong?"

"Don't leave me." Ouyue's voice couldn't help trembling, and her whole body seemed to have fallen into ice water, shaking so hard.

"How could you forget? We didn't make a date..." Ori's voice suddenly stopped, but his movements did not stop, and his lips continued to open and close.

"No, no, no," Ou Yue hugged the thing in front of her tightly, and suddenly found that there was no warmth anymore, and even passed through it directly, leaving only a faint shadow.

Until the last shadow slowly disappeared...

"Brother," Ouyue hugged her head and screamed, banging her head desperately, hoping to remember something.

"Brother, don't leave me, please..." Ouyue lay on the ground crying, so lonely, he was the only one left in this world.

Suddenly he raised his head in confusion and looked at himself.

"Why am I crying?" Ou Yue sat up, touched her cheek, tilted her head, and looked at the water above.

He wiped his eyes, trying to stop the tears, but failed. Ouyue looked at the tears on his hands in confusion, as if wondering why he was like this.

Ouyue looked at his hands and tilted his head. Suddenly, his hands seemed to be dyed with white sand, and the color slowly faded when washed by water.

His body slowly dissipated, and his head fell weakly to the ground, and at the same time it began to slowly dissipate like wind.

Soon, the world became empty.

......

"Give me an explanation." Lowenstein pushed Schkalo down against the wall, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames, trying to burn the guy in front of him.

"This way he will no longer slow down his progress due to personal reasons." Schkalo said disapprovingly: "This way you can save effort in teaching, right? You won't be as dishonest as before."

"You bastard." Lowenstein's teeth clenched together, making a friction sound, as if the devil was preparing for his meal.

"What's wrong?" Shkaluo frowned: "You don't think of him as an ordinary elf, do you? He was born to become a weapon, and a self-aware weapon will be very troublesome just thinking about it."

Then he paused and pointed to the room next to him: "He's almost awake. Hurry over there. The first thing he sees when he wakes up is you. This opportunity is given to you by me."

"Bastard" He punched Shkaluo's ear hard and landed on the wall, making a loud sound.

Lowenstein looked at his indifferent expression, forcibly calmed his breathing a few times, then slammed the door and entered the next room.

"Hey, don't forget his current name. Don't call him Oyue again." Shkaluo reminded.

"I won't forget it." The other person's answer was like it was squeezed out of the trachea.

Lowenstein was really angry now. It had only been less than two weeks since he released Ouyue, but when he saw him, he could no longer remember himself.

He looked at the motionless little guy lying on the bed, and couldn't help but feel a feeling of pity. Lowenstein sighed and sat down by the bed.

Lowenstein looked at the child and reached out to brush away the hair on his head, revealing the extraordinary pattern.

"Child, I'm sorry." He said softly, and then rearranged Ouyue's hair: "Who told you to be an elemental elf?"

Ouyue didn't answer, just breathed slowly, as if dead.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with saying that he is dead. The child named Ou Yue is already dead. Perhaps decades later, except for his parents and the brother who is in a different camp, no one will remember that there was once a person named Ou Yue in this world. Moon child.

In contrast, another guy is about to come into the world.

He will become synonymous with destruction, and no one who is his enemy will be able to sleep peacefully. When he stands on the top of the mountain holding the scepter that controls darkness, countless people will die to greet him.

That is a monster, and he will become the secret weapon of the Strass family. When this trump card is presented, the climax of the war will begin.

As long as he is cultivated properly, he will become a demon.

Lowenstein looked at that rag doll-like face, and suddenly felt a little sorry for the child, and wanted to reach out and touch him.

Suddenly, the black eyes opened, and the pair of stagnant eyes stared straight at the ceiling, lifeless.

Lowenstein quickly pulled his hand back and watched the little guy slowly look around, his little eyes full of confusion.

"Are you awake?" Lowenstein asked cautiously.

The little guy didn't answer, he just turned his head and looked at him, as if he was observing something.

"Who are you?" he asked softly, tilting his head and looking at Lowenstein curiously.

"Just call me teacher." Lowenstein said. This was what the guys in the family asked him to say, although he didn't want to say it at all. He even wanted to tell him everything about the child named Oyue.

But in that case, they will do another memory wipe, and that process is as painful as bone peeling cramps...

"Where is this?" he continued.

"This is your room, you live here."

He paused, and just when Lowenstein was about to think that the question session was over, he raised his head with a look of confusion in his eyes.

"who I am"

"Your name is Thakuri Strass." Lowenstein looked into his eyes and said, "Takkuri, this is your name..."