Todos los capítulos de To the Forest that Bargains Life: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

We're what we didn't seek.While to be lost's not an option.This was what always came to my mind when I was looking for someone who would be my ally no matter what happened.But how?  And so I answered myself that I just need to be me.  However, it became the opposite.I became desperate.I became someone that wasn't me.I was about to go inside our two-story house when I saw the piece of paper in front of me inches away from me.  I forgot that out of curiosity.  It was shocking to recognize Lincoln's handwriting.It's not just a paper.  It's a white card.  There was enough weight for it to not be carried away by the wind when he left.  Maybe I could read what's in there.His name and number were written there.  Below that was the message he wanted me to read.“I hope we can be friends.”  That's what's written with a black marker.I didn't smile to myself when I read that.  

For those who had remained, I gave them love, but they bestowed me curses and hatred in return.The funny notion about irony and worth is that they couldn't be quested.  Irony blazoned itself as irony, and worth promulgated itself as worthiness or worthlessness.  Hence, to make it shorter, either one of them is ridiculously a part of the void.  They have no meaning at all.So ever since I received hatred from the people I loved I have learned to put a fence between me.  Even after I realized that I was adopted, I also realized why my supposed blood relatives treated me so badly.There's this burning fire, rage, in their eyes like I was a fox who brought deceit.  That was the end of my questioning.  What's wrong with me, what they don't like about me — but by the time the questions run out, new ones flood into my mind.Like why can’t they accept me?  Or why do I have to endure each of every whip of them?  I didn't do any

As I tiptoed and glanced in the left and right direction, my heart almost escaped as it throbbed undeniably faster which made it hard for me to be at ease. I turned to the complacent leader who was folding his arms and watching me with a blank expression.I frowned at him."Can't you assist me, Leader?"  I sarcastically uttered as I looked behind him to see if there's an enemy.  “You’ve been like that the whole time.  Justice please.” He did not take his eyes off the sky, I mean, what's even with the sky that he wants looking at it? He shrugged his shoulder and up an eyebrow. "Life is always unfair, right? It is easier for me to read through you. Because of that thought, I think your world's not fair. You're playing but not as a whole. What is it that you're truly feeling?" It was a fact that he said, and I admit it turned me into a frozen statue who stares at his manipulating cold eyes.  I averted it somewhere just so I could

The orange sky almost engulfed the setting sun to oust it from its throne.  The moon is waiting for it to end so that it can reign here for a while.  It is only then that we decided to leave the place.I returned to factuality the moment Gideon woke me up as he gently dragged me out of the abyss of dreams.  I thought I am not capable of escaping its unending vortex, thank you and he woke me up.At the same moment when we exited the small, bewildering hut with illuminating candlelights, we saw Freyja and her colleague walk toward the exceptional place with the other teams behind them.My eyebrows met, giving them a confused stare.  It seems like they fought each other.  Some parts of their bodies are dripping with sweat.  It's a bit filthy— how to look at them as well.  They are still chasing their breaths and some of them are still frowning.What could have occurred when they were in the Game?  And why would they be tog

"I wasn't expecting to see you here," Psyche said as she entered the hut which is where I am.  Titus is behind her. "Well, we are in fragments of reality that made our world be this small enough to let us meet each other at the end of the day," I replied to her, taking a tablespoon of soup in a bowl with marinated meat.  I put a little of it for my rice on my plate before spooning and pouring. Titus whispered to Psyche and nodded at me before leaving the hut.  He moved to the one next to us.  Probably, it's because of having two wooden chairs only in one hootch with candlelights to lighten the dim ground outside.  Psyche rings the bell so as the serious-looking Titus lets the waitpersons know some customers want to order food. Just a moment later, two people arrived from the main house of the exceptional place that serves to be their kitchen.  Withal, it appears to be nostalgic. I became wistful for a while for I remember