Sword of Daybreaker

Man-made 36.

Calm down in the room, Amber watched the letter that was painted in the diary, all of which lasted two minutes, and she just remark.

But just as Gawain couldn’t stop trying to say something, Amber’s fingers moved up again, and she slipped her lips and slowly turned the diary over to the next page —

Sally? The story of Lendolph continues:

“… my mechanical watch was broken, and after two dates of pulse and intuition, I had to abandon the pursuit of ‘time’, and now I don’t know if it was the last few days, but I guess I’ve been in this ancient place for at least half a month.

“Only ‘Amber’ was with me during this period.

“This little guy sleeps quietly in her ‘sleep bed’, and I’ve started trying to talk to her in recent days, and she certainly has no response, but I still do it every day – it keeps the will and consciousness awake, and a little girl sleeping is better than a rock in the corner of the wall.

“… for so long, those dark dwellers have emerged twice, and honestly, the advent of those ‘ghosts’ brings me a surprise — they’re really weird, they’re kind of terrifying, but at least they’re some kind of ‘living’. Sometimes I even have some crazy ideas to try to communicate with those ‘ghosts’, but it’s too dangerous.

“I finally put my crazy ideas into practice once, but those who shadow the people never ignored me. They just wandered in this room for a moment, and then they gradually disappeared.

“Eventually, only Amber was with me.

“… my health situation is deteriorating, which is inevitable. All I can find here is moss and water, and in fact I can rely on them to live today is a miracle — the mosquito that grows in Shadow World can keep people alive, and it’s a gift in itself, isn’t it?

“I’m afraid of a low fever, perhaps because the floor is too cold, and maybe because I’m too weak, and this invisible little disease almost makes me plan all my own aftermath immediately – but what’s the point of planning after that? I cursed King for the first time today, and honor has gone far away from me.

“How long has it been outside? I have long abandoned the date of the record, and the estimated time has become impossible for me. I can only judge that maybe I’ve been here for years, and most of the Royal Capital has listed me as missing persons, or as’ suspected fugitives’ in accordance with the Royal Shadow Guard’s rules.

“I have been reducing the number of journals over time and trying to streamline the alphabet and narrow the script, because my ink is about to be depleted, although I have already given them several times of water, it is not enough. Tomorrow, I’m going to try to burn ashes with those moss, then go back to water and see if I can make some ink, and if I can’t, then if I want to write something else, I’m afraid I can only use my own blood.

“I made some rough ink, some weird color, too, but obviously they could be used to write!

“There’s something that is absolutely worth recording today! Absolutely worth recording!

“Amber’s been working for a while – I’m sure she moved a little hand, she’s sucking her fingers!

“She’s alive! She’s alive!”

After that, is it Sally? Londolf wrote a lot of messy notes in an exciting emotion, including some of his experience of sustaining his life in the shadows, and Amber seemed to be impatient, and she turned her paper off fast until a page of handwriting was shaken and the writing appeared to have stopped before it had an exotic diary journal.

“… I don’t know what I did or may not have anything to do with me, but the ancient devices in the room suddenly made some noise, and strange water and buzzing came from that pillar, and I was almost surprised to go to Amber’s sleep, the gods — what did I see?

“The crystal container was opened, and Amber was crawling out there, with his hands and feet, almost fell on the ground.

“To all the gods and ancient people I know, I can’t describe my feelings in writing at that moment — I took a couple of lips, hit my head on the wall next to me, and then yelled, and all the ways were used to exclude the possibility of illusion, until it was finally confirmed that it was true, and Amber sat on the floor and watched me!

“Shit, I didn’t scare her, did I?

“Did I find myself able to feed this little guy with the moss – and even more frustrating, more nervous and afraid than that? This poor child… how does she live in this fucking place?

“The egg container also left some light yellow thin liquids, at least without poison. I tried to feed Amber with them, and the latter flew to eat something, but those liquids were too small, and I still had to find a solution to her diet problem.

“She doesn’t drink blood.

“The residual liquid in the container is only one last point, and I have no choice.

“I fed her the mos — I made a pot with the iron container collected, I burned with the flammable garbage found in the warehouse, and I cooked it so bad that they became some kind of shitty soup… and when Amber was allowed to drink them, I even felt like I was feeding drugs to this little guy.

“She eats those things, and for the time being it doesn’t seem all right, but it’s not certain what happens after that… and I have to stay awake for a long time to prevent her from choking…

“Thank God! She’s okay!”

This page’s handwriting is shaking, and the author’s intense emotions seem to have been preserved for decades through the writing, and at this point, Amber was looking at that grey black sign, and suddenly said, “No wonder I’m not tall”, huh?

This is the worst mockery Gawain ever heard of.

He stretched his hand, pushed Amber’s hair, and the Half-Elf body was shaking on the top when it was covered, and then she breathes deeply and continues to turn back.

“As soon as I think this little guy can only eat these moss with me, I’m full of guilt, but it’s a lot of luck to survive than the worst, and I think I should stop complaining, at least now I’m not alone.”

“Amber will not speak, and she can only make a strange mute, which sounds like she’s got the lowest grim with those dark people, but she obviously wants to talk to me. I’m talking to her most of the time every day, although she can’t make the same noise, I always think she can understand at least a little bit.

“Amber learned to make me ink! Just pour the ashes burned into the water and mix it up, but I have to stare next to her, because she’ll steal it.

Amber’s fingertip is moving slowly in those yellow and fragile pages, turning over a page and slowing down the words that record her childhood to the end of the day, which finally ends where it is about to end.

At the end of the diary, Sally? Rudolph finally found out where his little “adoptive” guy was.

“I saw Amber talking to those dark people!

“No, strictly speaking, that should not be a conversation, because Amber has not yet had a full expression capacity, but at least they are in exchange – Amber’s response to those sudden ‘ghosts’ plans, and those ‘ghosts’ are responding!

“I almost consciously attacked those clandestine residents, and I couldn’t repeat my mistakes after I realized that they were close to Amber.”

“Amber has some dark shadow that I cannot understand, and I can finally confirm that.

“She’s been talking more than once to those dark people, and even last time she pulled me — she seems to be trying to introduce me to those terrifying ‘ghosts’, and I don’t know what to react, and those ‘ghosts’ have often failed to respond, which has upset Amber for a while.

“I also saw her walking through the room, a shadow force packed with her, and she flew from this room to that end, and even if I were such a shadow Extraordinary, she could hardly catch her speed.

“She even entered a completely sealed room and jumped through some kind of high-level shadow…

“I guess I guess why the Gondor of the ancient age put this little girl in the container… so popular as the shadow power, which might be the ‘outcome’ of the ancient Gondor?

“I’m really curious about the secrets behind Amber, wondering what the Gondor people are doing here…

“The curiosity reminds me of what happened outside the world, and I pulled Amber to tell her a lot, to describe the flower trees out of the world, to describe those colors, to be very confused, to imagine them completely, but she was curious and seemed very interested in what I described.

“I had a sense of guilt, and I shouldn’t have told her that… she wanted to go out, and she wanted to see the world outside, although she couldn’t tell, but I could feel her feelings and thoughts, but I couldn’t do it myself!

“Amber has been rushing all these days, and she started to create in her room some kind of shadowed turbines and cracks, and I told her it was very dangerous, but she didn’t listen at all — I don’t know what she wanted to do, but it’s really dangerous!

“… this may be the last journal I left behind in the shadow of Serry.

“so long after being trapped, after being abandoned by the gods, even after I gave up hope myself, I didn’t think that this day would really come –

“Amber opened a gap to the outside world!

“Although it is still growing slowly and not enough for one person to walk, it is indeed in front of me – bright sun and bright colors, opposite the gap!

“Bye, this cursed place!”

The

diary is over here. The pages are white.

In the room, the silence is like a faded painting, after the sound of a radical page disappears.

After a few minutes of unbearable silence, Pittman took the lead in breaking the silence: “… did I first see Sally? When Londolf fell weak in the wilderness, his sweater was broken, his hair had to be long, as if you had survived in the wild for years, and you sat beside him with a fragment, crying, and quiet and horrible.

“At that time, I was hiding from some people’s tracks, a guy who couldn’t save his life, and after meeting you on the way to escape, my first reaction was to get out of here and leave you alone in the wilderness.”

“But just as I’m ready to leave, you suddenly moved, pulled my robe — you know? You looked like you were only four or five years old, but you were incredible. You pulled me, and it seemed like I wanted me to save the dying man next to you, and you didn’t even talk very much, and you could only make some very dumb noise, which was not exactly what humankind could make.

“I was very nervous and scared, and I did everything I could to get rid of you, but you climbed up and then panicked to give me something.”

Amber finally picked up a little bit, looking towards Pittman: “What?”

“It’s a bunch of grey black ‘tattoos’,” Pittman opens his mouth, smiles, wrinkles on his face, and folds, as if it was really funny, “I used to understand you for a while, and you wanted me to save someone next to you with a tower.

“I’ll always remember your face at that time, and you’re wearing a tower, like you’re giving me a gold…

“I was laughed at by you, and then I was soft, and I couldn’t lose you both in my life.”

Amber had a glimpse in his eyes: “I don’t remember it at all.”

“Of course you don’t remember, your memory capacity stabilized until six years later, and before that, you learned to say that the first word was used for four and a half years,” Pittman shakes his head, sighs, “because your soul is synthesized — you’re a man!”