Have you ever heard that, everything happens again in 129,600 years?

No. But if that's true, maybe...

Chapter 3.

Fred collapsed on the throne. Blood was rushing out of his mouth as he struggled to crawl down the stairs. Of course, Fred thought, I remember all the good old times us four had. He simled sadly to himself. But it's not me who's cold-blooded and murderous. It's Sangster, who sent us straight to this Abyss when he discovered that we were infected by the ghosts.

Fred finally found the strength to stand up. He wiped his mouth with his sleeves and put on his hood. His staff was shining red, reflecting in his deep-green eyes. A crazy expression started coming into his eyes.

"I'm sorry that you died, Tom. I'm sorry , Asa, for killing who you love. But I must do this. I must." One single drop of tear landed on his sleeves.

On the tree top.

The elves bowed down to the figure on the highest branch.

"Master, the barrier between the demon realm and the human world has been broken." 

The figure turned around. It was a teenage boy with brownish-blonde hair, dark-brown eyes glittering with sadness. "I expected better from Freddie. I still cannot believe that he killed Tom through the barrier. It was my fault... I shouldn't have sent them to the Abyss. "

Sangster raised his head. Snow started falling down the sky, like feathers of fallen angels. He was silient for a moment.

"If he wants war, then we should give it to him. "

......

"...The second Holy War was started by the tree elves, led by the god of reincarnation who no one knew his name. We never knew the details about each battle or even how many battles there were, but there is one thing that's clear: the god of reincarnation sacrificed himself to end the demon and the master of darkness. The ghosts were wiped clean from this world, and may peace always stays on this land."

The boy finished reading and took off his glasses. His friend was rolling his eyes upwards. "The historicans didn't even know what happen? What is this book's purpose, then? It's basically telling us the same things out textbooks are teloing us."

"That sure is weird. Maybe because it was handwritten by the author? Who knows. " The boy puts the book back into his trunk and shut the lid. "I'm staying here for Christmas, though. I want to learn more about the histroy."

Maybe there is something different about this book, he thought.

"Okay fine. Come join me for dinner. I'm starving."

"Just wait until.... Okay I'm coming!"

TO BE CONTINUED

越写越短。。

越写越懒。。

唉。。