Holistic Fantasy

feather…

Feathers falling from the sky...

Suspended in the bubble, feathers falling from the sky...

Covered by a white glow, shrouded in a bubble, feathers falling from the sky...

Presented in front of the young man is such a scene...

This scene is also only about eleven or two years old, but the boy who was just born in the true sense opened his eyes and truly possessed his own will and consciousness. He first entered his mind. Scenes…

Everything in front of me is white...

The faint glow, the feathers suspended in the bubbles are more pure white...

This is a world without anything...

Yes, it is just a piece of white that is enough to stab the human eye, and the piece of fluttering under the bubble, back and forth in the white world wandering white feathers...

Looking at such an incredible scene, the teenager is like a godless, letting the black and sleek short hair flutter in the wind, holding a pair of dark eyes as deep as the stars, looking at the feathers falling from the sky, feeling like being in the amniotic fluid. In general, in the mother's arms, the unusual warmth and peace of mind.

However, this feeling did not last much. The next moment, another scene presented in front of the young boy, made his heart tremble.

Still floating in the bubble, the feathers falling from the sky...

However, this time, these feathers falling from the sky, suspended in the bubble, not only lost the white halo, but also seemed to be broken, and turned into a fragmentary piece, it seems so bleak...

Looking at these shattered, lost halo, and gradually falling from the sky of this white world, the emotions emerging in the hearts of young people are very complicated.

Lost? ...

anger? ...

sad? ...

Not willing? ...

Maybe there are.

But there is only one kind of emotion that has emerged the most --- distressed.

Following the emotions in my heart, the teenager is almost in a moment, and there is a feeling of faintness.

The birth of oneself, it seems, is to let these distressed, fragmented, bleak feathers, restore its own form and light...

Then, the juvenile involuntarily, falling towards the piece in the sky, the nearest piece of the broken feather that is about to come to him, and stretched out his hand...

"White dream"... It’s here... interrupted...

......

"————!"

As awakened from a nightmare, the teenager suddenly opened his eyes, like a tight spring that suddenly loosened, and sat up.

"Calling...recalling..."

Slightly breathing a little, the young man's hand licked his head, the dark and deep pupils couldn't sway, and there was a immersion in the "white dream", but more is Awkward.

With a stunned expression, the teenager who looked around eleven or two years old looked up and used his eyes full of stunned eyes to cast his gaze to the front and looked around.

This is a woodland that doesn't know where.

What the teenager can see is only a small tree with a field of vision and an open space covered with fallen leaves.

At this time, the green or yellow leaves are still falling from the tree, some continue to sprinkle on the ground, and some are driven by the wind, floating to the body only wrapped a piece Cloth, sitting on the ground, the direction of the boy in the face, let the young man seem to see the feathers falling from the sky, almost once again immersed in the "white dream".

However, compared with dreams, reality is undoubtedly more cruel.

It is not as beautiful and incredible as in the "white dream". This woodland can only give people a common feeling, but when the teenager casts his sight around the grass not far away, it really makes the boy's birth. The head was shocked and blank.

"Roar…"

After the repression, the low snoring echoed in the open space covered with fallen leaves.

"rustle…"

As if rubbing something, the footsteps that deliberately slowed down also followed.

It didn't take long for a huge black shadow to emerge from the grass in the open space where the boy was lying, and then slowly appeared in the eyes of the teenager.

It is a horror creature with a body size of more than two meters, with four limbs on the ground, green eyes shining in the eyes, and a violent color.

If the teenager has the common sense of a normal person, then he will know that these horror creatures of more than two meters are just super-developed wolves.

"Roar…"

With a voice suppressing the low squats between the throats, a dark and horrible wolf emerged from the forest, carrying a terrible green beast, staring at the teenager sitting in the open space, surrounded by step by step. .

"————!" Sitting on the ground, the teenager with only a piece of cloth on his body couldn't help but magnify, his head screamed, his heart beat sharply, and his muscles all tightened in an instant, even his throat. It feels hot.

Even if you don't know what these creatures are, from the violent and fierce eyes of the other, the teenager is aware of the danger.

The head of Qu Ming is telling the teenager --- escape!

The heart that is beating suddenly is telling the teenager --- escape!

The dry throat is also telling the teenager --- escape!

Even, it seems that all the voices that only teenagers can hear are heard in all directions, constantly yelling at the teenagers --- escape!

escape! escape! escape!

But the teenager knows that he must escape, but his limbs are opposite to him. The thing called "power" is gradually losing with the approach of that huge terrorist.

Although the appearance looks eleven or two years old, except for the "white dream", this scene is all in the memory of the boy.

In other words, the teenager does not know why he is here, and why he only wraps a piece of cloth, even if his real age is eleven or two years old, the years and memories of the past eleven or two years. Never stopped in his mind.

This is a teenager who is really like a newborn!

It is a pity that in this moment of nascent life, the teenager has experienced the first emotion that the world has brought him.

Its name is --- fear!

"Roar----!"

Finally, a slowly horrible creature surrounded by a seemingly horrified creature seems to have given up on the survival of the boy, no longer suppressing the thing called "appetite" in his heart, and no longer suppressing his own deep throat. The snoring, roaring, and leaping out like a bullet, like a string of arrows, turned into a shadow, and rushed to the boy.

"————!"

This time, the fear in the mind of the young man also broke out.

The hot throat can't make a sound.

The weak limbs can't support the body.

The teenager can only look at the pupil with his pupil in a magnified state. The head in the cicada is also frozen at this moment, and his heart is cold, looking at the one with a fierce atmosphere that is getting closer and expanding in the field of vision. A black shadow, let the emotion called "fear" run through the body.

Just before the boy was about to bury himself in the wolf's mouth, the "fear" that rushed in the juvenile body suddenly brought up a different kind of warmth.

"嗡————!"

On the body of a teenager who will be covered by a fierce black shadow, a burst of glare is flashing, like a white sun, releasing a glare without a trace of temperature, covering every corner of the scene.

Then, the glare of the glare is for the real impact, and the child's body is centered and suddenly spreads.

"嘭————!"

"Roar----!"

With a neat muffled sound, the roar of death was still released in the past moment, and the black wolves that rushed to the boy gave a scream of painful color, and the huge body was from the glare. Rushing out faster than the past, or kneeling on the ground, or squatting between the surrounding trees, snoring, falling down, I don't know life and death.

At this time, the glare gradually dissipated, and the teenager who was full of panic was re-exposed in the air.

Until then, the boy who was feared to freeze his head began to work again, looking at the one that was only fainting and lying around his huge horror creatures, and his face was panicked and stunned.

Obviously, it’s impossible to understand what happened in the mind of a young boy like a newborn.

Of course, the teenager can't understand it, and it doesn't mean that others can't understand it.

"Good powerful magic..."

This is the first complete language that a teenager has heard since he came to this world.

However, this complete language, listened to the boy's ears, is basically the same as the roar of the huge black wolves, only to panic and fear.

"Don't be afraid...children..."

It seems that I saw the panic and fear on the boy's face. The owner of the voice slowed down his voice and made his voice full of peace and kindness. Then it appeared in the eyes of the teenager in the moment when the sound fell.

The teenager only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and a figure appeared in his own sight.

It is an extremely old man, at least seventy years old, but only the height of a child, the old man with a gorgeous white trench coat.

The short-skinned old man turned his wrinkled eyes to the teenager sitting on the ground, panicked and stunned, first glanced at him, followed by a kind smile.

"Child, what is your name?"

first name? ...

Such an absolutely unfamiliar vocabulary has entered the boy's ear, but the juvenile has an incredible understanding.

Therefore, the young boy will have the only name that exists in the depths of the soul after his own memory. He will slowly confide with a hoarse, immature and unnatural voice.

"No...Asia..."