The Destiny of the Demon Sword
Out of the ghost forest
A few days later the orange began to feel awkwardness in the ghost forest, not because of the animals that always run when they are nearby, the awkwardness he felt was the atmosphere of the forest that looked the same wherever he was, except in the lake and in the cave.
He was sitting under a shady tree, thinking of a way to get out of the ghost forest.
So much thought, even orange sleeps.
In the afternoon he awoke, and he thought about marking the tree, making sure he did not return to the same place.
With his idea he gave a different mark to each tree in a few walking steps.
Until at night, he looked for a comfortable place to rest, after choosing some places, he finally rested in the root hole of the largest tree.
"It looks good to sleep here without having to be woken up by the morning sun" he said as he cleared the grass for himself to lean on.
Right in the morning, the rumbling of the crowd was heard clearly until it woke up the orange that was so sound in his sleep.
"Am I dreaming?" He murmured while rubbing his eyes.
"Well!, there's a market" he said.
Orange immediately stood up with one hand still faithfully holding the lotus.
"I have to find clothes, so my hands are not sore hehe" he said so excited.
Just as he stepped into the gate, everyone in the market was running around loud.
Infinitely confused to see people running until falling away from the market, in his confusion he turned his body worried that something was behind him but he did not find anything behind him.
After being sure there was nothing, Orange turned back his body, how surprised he did not find the existence of the market.
"Well, I'm missing" he said, scratching his head.
The orange back to the tree's root hole continues its sleep.
The sun is right above the head, the light penetrates the gap of leaves that directly illuminate the face of Orange who is still asleep.
"Why else is this the sun?, I've been hiding in the root hole was still found" he complained immediately to sit down.
He turned his head to look for the sun to scold him, but he was surprised to find his position right above his head.
"Hehe sorry sorry sorry sun, kirain is still morning" he said, feeling ashamed of himself.
Orange continued on his way, this time he felt the atmosphere was different, he saw the tree tree was no longer similar, this made his mood so happy.
A few steps later, Orange saw a large area of grass before his eyes. He ran because he was bored in the forest.
"Eh uh uh for a second!, why is the distance still the same?" His inner question was again astonished.
"Yes, I'd better walk" he continued.
This time it was different, the distance was getting closer towards the vast grass.
After being in the last tree that became the boundary between the forest and the grass area, Orange saw a faint existence of energy in front of him.
He tried to stretch out his hand, back he was made astonished, the hand that went into the biased energy did not look whole.
Intrigued by it, Orange put his head into the biased energy, he then turned his head down.
"Hahaha, my legs are nowhere to be seen" he exclaimed.
Orange then pulled out his right leg, he laughed at the strange thing and then he jumped forward.
"Horay! I finally got out of the fucking forest" he said happily.
Jingga straight forward with a feeling of pleasure, just a few steps he walked, the desire to try again like it had come.
Orange then turned around, again he was surprised by a strange thing, the forest he had been looking for a way out disappeared, changing with the vast grass around him.
"Why do I always find weird places?" Her inner question was difficult to understand by him.
Orange shook his head so hard to understand what he had been living.
Thinking of not caring, Orange resumed his journey.
From a distance he saw the existence of houses made entirely of woven bamboo and foliage.
"Ha ha ha I finally found life" he said happily.
Being in front of the gate, Orange saw a large inscription plastered on the bamboo across it, because Orange could not read yet, he went straight into the village.
Young children his age who were playing immediately laughed at the strange orange figure seen by them.
"Freaks, freaks, freaks" scorn from kids his age.
Orange is not angry to see him, he even laughs with other children, according to him, can see others laughing means his condition is in good condition without war.
The crowds that occurred made the parents and young people in the village swarm one of the houses of the citizens who used to be a place to play children.
They were all just like children who saw him as a freak, visible from the look on their faces that almost all frowned.
They had just first noticed there were people who were different from them, where their race was yellowish white, straight hair and narrow-eyed upside down with orange who had mature brown skin, which had brown skin, curly hair and big eyes.
A man dared to approach the daryitadi orange just silent sculpting.
Just a few steps the man was walking, a woman shouted at him.
"My husband, my heart, don't get too close to him, I'm afraid he's not human".
hearing his wife's scream, the man was a little afraid and then returned to the crowd asking for bamboo.
a little boy gave her a bamboo.
While carrying bamboo, the man approached the orange which was still sculpting.
Once close, the man mengoel body orange with bamboo, making sure that the little boy in front of him is human like them.
"Are you a human being?" Ask the man to make sure.
"No, I'm a demon, uh I'm a human" replied the detached orange calling his identity.
The man was horrified to hear it.
Seeing the man in front of him frightened after hearing the wrong mention of Orange, then Orange continued his speech.
"Failure, I am a human being just like you, I am different because I am not from this continent, believe me uncle" added Jingga reassured the man earlier.
The man did not believe it immediately, he then hit the orange leg hard.
"Aw, sick uncle" cried Orange who involuntarily released a grip on the lotus covering his little spear.
All the citizens laughed out loud at the innocent orange, embarrassed, and then wrapped the lotus back around his waist.
The man finally believes that the true orange is a human being.
"yes, let's go with uncle, you can wear uncle's son's clothes" the man took the man and put his arm around Jingga and took him to his house.
"what was your name before, son?" ask the man while walking.
"my name is Orange uncle" replied Jingga.
"from your name, you really are not a people of this continent" the man began to understand the difference in the orange.