Back To the Beginning
Arthur and Evelyn Shelter

He was indeed very weak with the cold temperature.

I walked over to Arthur who was shivering with coldness, and sat down beside him.

"Huh.I shouldn't have left my glove before" whispered Arthur.

Arthur is currently not wearing the gloves he usually wears.

"Where did you leave him? Isn't that something that's precious to you?" manya curious.

"At the factory this afternoon... When you suddenly faint. So I released it to measure your body temperature. At the most has been found by Mr.Meinhard or Noland."

"You're so good, Arthur."

"Hehe thank you. But isn't that a normal thing that people do when they're in such a state?"

"No, as long as I live... Only you behave like that."

"What's the big deal?" arthur said he could not believe it.

"That's the truth."

The rain is getting heavier and the temperature is getting colder.

"Huh... It's time to make a fireplace to warm our bodies" said Arthur, trying to get up and grab a few tree branches beside him.

I beside him noticed his actions.

He took a few twigs and put them one step ahead.

Next he grabbed something in his coat pocket. It was a strange thing and a piece of brown cloth. The same color as the one used on the clothes of the criminals.

"Arthur, isn't that an important item?"

"Ah no. This is just a plain cloth that I took more than the clothes of those people" explained Arthur, showing that it was just a plain cloth without the name of the owner.

Why does he seem to know that this is going to happen?

Arthur brought the cloth in his hand closer to the strange object in his other hand.

And suddenly a fire appeared on that brown cloth.

Arthur immediately put the cloth in a collection of small branches. And slowly add medium-sized branches.

From the small size of the flame on the cloth earlier, it has now turned into a large fire in front of me.

Arthur looked delighted with the fire before him.

The hot air of the fire seemed to protect us from the invading cold.

Arthur sat down beside me again and stuck his hands out toward the fireplace.

I followed.

"It's a good thing that our clothes are not too wet because of the rain" he said, smiling with gratitude to me.

Can he still smile in this state?

"Arthurian... Can we go home?"

"Of course you can! All we have to do now is wait for this troublesome rain to subside, after that find out where we are while looking for a citizen's house to ask for help" explained Arthur with ambitious.

"Will it be that easy?"

"Either... But most importantly, we will definitely be able to return home safely."

It's still not clear...

We are waiting too... And the rain still has not raised a sign of wanting to subside.

Arthur beside me grabbed a large branch beside him and placed it on the fireplace, sustaining the blaze.

"Arthur, what's your purpose in getting out of your village?"

This is the point that makes me curious.

Arthur fell silent for a while, and slowly began to speak.

"Because of incidents. I left my village because of an incident that happened a few years ago. On the earth-shaking event so powerful..."

Uh..?

"Do you know this?" arthur said as he pulled out a long thick cloth that wrapped around his neck from inside the coat he was wearing.

"Long thick fabrics are bright gray?" I said trying to answer.

"Yes... This is a gift given by one of my friends. Beautiful isn't?" arthur said while showing off the cloth.

"Yes... It was the first time I saw anything like that."

"He was my friend, being one of the victims in that incident."

"..." - ".I can't retaliate.

"His family is now in a state of distress. So I decided to leave the village to help my friend's family" Arthur explained.

"You're too good, Arthur."

"Not really."

I didn't expect that there was anyone as good as Arthur in this world.

"I thought we were a little bit alike."

"Hm? Meanin?"

Maybe I should just tell him.

"This is about the perfume you were asking. I haven't said it all."

"ah! it's okay if you don't want it."

"No! You told me your story, it's my turn."

This should be, right?

"Alright." said Arthur agreed.

"I'm from the village, too..."

...****************...

It was morning in the spring. The sun is not yet visible above the sky.

I woke up to a noise from the next room.

When I noticed, the source of the noise came from my mother's room.

I went straight to my mother's room with curiosity.

I went through a half-open door.

The light from the lantern enveloped the room.

"Mama?"

"Ah?! Evelyn?" my mother asked in surprise when she realized that I was behind her all of a sudden.

"What's your mom doing?" I asked while rubbing my eyes that were still sleepy.

"Did you forget? Today is the day of the singer's talent audition at the town hall. My mother's spirit... Mama woke up too early, and now she's picking out the clothes she's going to wear."

"Ah yes... I remember," I said as I walked toward the empty chair in the corner of the room.

"Mama seems to be looking forward to it" I continued.

"of course! It's my dream to be a singer!" he said as he ruffled the closet in front of him.

My mother's day job was trading and sometimes singing in church. His ambition and motivation came when one of the famous artists came to our small village.

Of course, my mother was watching very much.

"Don't the past years always fail? Why are you still trying?"

"Your words hurt, Evelyn. Despite last year's failure, it doesn't mean that your dream of becoming a professional singer is dashed!" he said it with ambition.

"Evelyn supports Mama, doesn't she?"

"Hm.. Yep... I've always supported Mama."

"aaa! Evelyn I love you, you're so cute!" he said while pinching both of my cheeks.

My mother was famous for her spirit. He would never stop until something he wanted came true. His hands are so hard.

"Uwaa~hm." My yawning voice appeared without my control.

"You want warm chocolate?"

"You!"

"Haha, you really like chocolate! Just a minute, yeah.."

My mother immediately left her room and seemed to be heading to the kitchen.

I remained seated in this soft chair while keeping myself from falling asleep.

Mom returned with two glasses of warm chocolate in both hands.

My mother placed the two glasses on a small round table in front of my seat.

"Evely! The warm chocolate you like has arrived!"

"Let's...!" I said with excitement.

I reached for a clear glass with a bit of a very cute floral pattern. This is my glass.

I impatiently drank the chocolate without blowing it.

As a result my tongue terrace stung with the heat. But since it's warm water, so I don't feel it's too hot.

Sweetness appeared, a taste I liked very much.

Actually the chocolate taste was bitter, I found out when my mother deliberately gave me the real chocolate seeds. My mother used to prank me.

Finally I learned that the sweetness that was flavored in the chocolate drinks I usually drank came from chocolate mixed or combined with other ingredients.

"Drink slowly!" my mother said while drinking warm chocolate.

"out of... Mama's warm chocolate is the best drink!"

"Even if sometimes your words hurt, but you seem smart to praise."

"Hehe."

We enjoyed the warm chocolate made by our mother. To the extent that it is not felt that the sun has begun to show its light from the east.

"Ah yes! Mama almost forgot about that..."

"Oh that.." I said understand.

"Do you want to accompany your mother?"

"Sure! I'm coming!"

I got up from the chair and started following my mother behind her.

We are currently walking towards the exit of our house.

My mother opened the door and I went out behind her.

Arriving outside, we were greeted with a gentle breeze.

Around our house there are other residents who are not too far apart.

We and the residents were in a village surrounded by a beautiful flower garden.

The flower garden around our village is not filled with one type of flower, but there are many types of flowers with different colors and shapes.

The story is, the flowers here were planted by the inhabitants of the predecessor who came from various kinds of different regions.

And because of that difference, it makes this flower garden very beautiful and beautiful.

Every time you glance in a direction, you will see at least one beautiful flower in bloom.

This season is the season where the flowers around our village bloom, so usually during the day many people will visit to enjoy the beauty of this flower garden.

My mother started to go somewhere.

The fragrance of flowers began to enter my sense of smell.

Huhhhhh... I want these flowers to smell forever.

Of the various types of flowers around our village, which is a favorite and not a favorite.

There is one type of flower that my mother loves. The number of flowers is quite small when compared to other flowers, but the beauty cannot be underestimated.

And it was the flower that inspired my grandmother and grandfather to name my mother...

Jasmine Flowers.