4 March 1980

It was suddenly became so silent in the wood.

Something must be wrong with his eardrums; why else would there be a ringing sound in there, instead of the previous shouting.

The night sky had frozen.

For the first time in his life, the world felt so displaced in his reality; like it wasn't real, like it was just a dream.

So he tried to find proof that ..this thing is happening"; by rising his hands.

He stared.

His small hands, ..why are they trembling so much?"

Slowly another sound started to accompany the ringing;

...a harsh breathing.

Whose breathing was this, it should not be his, because he was supposed to be quiet.

His order was not to be heard. Yet, this ringing.. This harsh breathing..

His chest hurts.

".. I CAN'T BREATH!"

His reliable legs decided it was time to desert him, so he was down on the hard ground.

Why?

What happened?

No, he knew what happened. He just refused to believe it until he checked the sight in front of him again, and again.

And again.

After ultimately confirmed what he had thought was correct, his mind suddenly became cleared.

The heartbeats slowly return to the normal rates.

Dup.. dup..

The ringing was no longer there. And he could hear, once again,

.. the wind rustling the leaves.

.. the sound of faraway animals escaping from the situation in the wood.

.. and several pieces stuck on the trunk, branches, and leaves; falling down.

.. Tak

.. Tak

..Tak.

The young boy could practically felt every parts of his being shuddered violently.

His eyes hurt from widen too much. He hadn't even closed them yet since that moment happened.

His throat felt strangely parched.

Something inside of him determinedly squeeze his heart.

The young boy clutched the grass around him in a tight fist.

But strangely,

He felt...

..free.

"..should.. should I be happy?", he pondered.

".. I.. I don't...", he didn't know what to feel. He tried to ask for forgiveness.

".. I'm sor.."

No.

The young boy stopped. He was not sorry.

He looked at the mess in front of him again.

He was a young boy, of age should still be cuddling with their parents; a boy of five years old.

He was a young boy sat with a trembling body in the wood late at night, unaccompanied, with no plan in his mind.

It would be nice to say that it was one of many accidents where children as reckless as they were would wandered off by themselves into the danger.

But this night had been like a routine to the boy for so many years; it was just this time that the night had felt particularly colder, to the point it seeped into the bones.

It was only this night the boy had been so close to one of those masked people.

The young child's body was still trembling, yet his pair of eyes won't take off from examining the mess..

again.

Until the umpteenth time, until he checked that yes, he was no longer there, he's dead.. he doesn't even have a body anymore" ; did the boy feel a sigh left his body.

A strong smell of iron assaulted his nose.

".. aaa..."

".. ahhhh.."

"... wahhh."

Should he cry? He should be quiet..

Should he cry?

".. waahhhhh."

But he checked the mess again, and they were there.

.. when previously it was a person.

.. filled with energy, and shouting

.. when previously it was a body with an intent to kill.

The young boy stared at the sight no young child should witness, with a feeling like a knot had loosen in his heart.

He cried, and cried; for the first time he ignored the order, he cried.

"... aahh..",

the tears had blurred his vision.

His snot got into his mouth.

His hands hurt from clutching too tightly at the grass.

".. I'm.."

He took a breath, let it out,

.. and wondered if he should felt grateful.

Some wizards had it easy with their magic.

Their accidental magic didn't occur when their lives were threatened.

But his..

".. it started with a bang."

When the pain became too much, he stopped. Perhaps too suddenly. The boy didn't know how to act. He just felt he had to stop.

Again, he studied the mess before him.

A calm he never had entered his mind.

"... finally.. it's finally.."

the corners of his lips slowly lifted.

They shouldn't.

But the boy could not find it in himself to care.