Chapter 4 - The crying boy (Part 2)

The boy had doubts and more doubts on his face, forming a suspicious but cheerful expression that was reinforced by his freckles, evident as freshly burned embers. ´´´-it even seems like you are not from this world.`` The child in front of him evidently played, he made little excited jumps from time to time. Miguel's face stiffened then, who knows, maybe I am. He thought to himself, not daring to say such words. 'A few seconds of silence and the little one then continued his brief explanation. ´´-My father told me that he is not really something or someone, he is more like a protective and vengeful spirit than anything else.´´ Miguel was not very confident in relation to ghosts and mystical beings, on the contrary, he considered himself a great skeptical in these supernatural matters. Since his premature adolescence he had this idea that everything had a reason or why it was happening, how could something not have meaning.

His face was completely frowning, almost like an old man who was nibbling on an extremely acidic and potent lemon. ´´-A ghost, do you mean?´´ He turned his back on the irritating child and continued on his path to the left, which kept losing its danger. The child became even angrier and got in front of the man, punching his legs almost like a tantruming baby who didn't get his treat. "Wait you bastard, do you really want to die? Even if you don't believe in ghosts, you shouldn't worry about your life anymore.´´ The already impatient man soon stopped and thought about the little one's words, he carried the child attached to his leg for a few meters. ´´-Even if this Garvoar exists or Grindar is in the way, I will be careful.´´ the relief was evident in the flea in his legs. ´´-Now can you let go of my legs?´´ A not-at-all kind look ended on the man, the brat then let go with remarkable speed.

´The boy's expression immediately transformed into a youthful happiness worthy of a child. ´´-Okay, I'll accompany you to the city of Lumina.´´ He made an arrogant and trivial pose, he soon hurried and stood in front of the man leading the way with determination. ´´-I thank you for your kindness, but go home soon, kid, your parents must be worried.´´ He reductively had a melancholic and sad look but perpetuated the smile on his face.´´-You will end up losing even more , I'm not going to let an old man die by thieves or hungry monsters.´´The man tried a few more times to convince the boy but he just refused and led the way.

The road was worn out and had sticks and stones around it, although they were not used much as the condition was exhausting. Some strange trees to the right of the man with a completely white tree with gray details ended the entire path. A small rise in the road was in front of both of them, as he climbed it he soon realized something. ´´-What's your name, brat?´´, dissatisfied with this, he replied in tears. ´´-Stop calling me that, it's annoying, just call me Kalebe, I'll stop calling you old too.´´ he agreed with his face immediately.

The path soon progressed, ending in a small clearing in front of them both. A simple mountain with sharp rocks stood on the horizon, or rather a few. The mountain range stretched into the horizon, creating almost a colossal spine of a being. The clearing also had some signs of human activity, as there were dozens of tombstones of different sizes and shapes. If this was a cemetery in some town she must be close by, he thought hopefully as he tried to understand what happened to him.

The tombstone closest to the path soon made his words evident. It indicated the dead man's name, Snow Harington. on it was a brief sentence, A good friend and companion. There were dozens more like this one. Although dead, there were some very sweet and live flowers above the tombs, a sign that they were still remembered. A sign that life is fragile, but if lived correctly it can become almost eternal.

´´-My uncle is buried a few meters from here.´´ Kalebe soon pointed with his index finger to his right side. Although morbid his comment was in a way comical and amusing ´´-Do you miss him?´´ he asked soberly.

´´-Not much, he was a little too drunk. Drinking has always been the evil of the men in my family, even my father drinks a little, but he was too much...´´ Despite the clear sentimentality evident on his face he was cheerful and happy, strangely the man thought promptly.

´´-And what does your mother think about your father drinking so much?´´´ he asked, surprising the brat a little. He thought for a few seconds and ended with a wide smile on his face.

´´-She hates it to tell you the truth.´´ Another contagious and euphoric laugh followed. ´´´-Well, he tends to make very heavy comments and adult nonsense.

In addition to having fun with some women.`` A large stone got in the way of the young child, who in turn playfully jumped for it. He was certainly a child like all the others, the viewer of such a game lost his mind. All along the way, the young man continued with his contagious chatter and happiness, not one who heard everything.

´´-Do your parents let you stay so far away from home playing around? Besides, where are your friends?´´ The man directed his hand at a tree that obstructed the path. He held on for a few seconds for Kalebe to pass too, he then hurried on. ´´-They are always busy with work

´´-Can we be friends, old man?´´ A fleeting hope was noticeable in him, he somehow yearned for a positive answer. ´´-Okay, just stop calling me old, okay?´´ He nodded immediately.

The path continued until they both reached what seemed to be a strange wooden plate, the mold at its base almost made it want to fall at any strong wind. Strange words, but at the same time friendly to him, were embedded in it. On the left, a slightly more robust format indicated that it was Dresfall, if it was a city or landmark, Mguel couldn't tell. His guide was less than 10 years old which made things more pathetic and rude than ever. The right chanted Lumina's name. He remembered that the boy had mentioned this place before. It must be a safe point seriously, he rambled to himself.

The child didn't even take sides or rather didn't even care about the sign and simply went to the right, at other times he would stop and ask himself if he was on the right path, only to continue straight ahead with a long laugh.

The boy also ran routinely, he did small sprints in front of him and he just watched with indifference. A few meters ahead I could see a greenish clearing, it shone between my eyes almost like an emerald glow. A few dozen mountains lay on the horizon furthest from my eyes, they lay almost like a backbone of a sleeping dragon, it was a danger but also a beautiful sight. a few other red huts were scattered across the clearing. Happiness was evident thanks to a modest smile on the man's face, he realized that this was the first concrete sign of other beings that he expected to be human.

Above some of these almost tents, as it seemed, some smoke was coming out and almost melancholically it gave him the impression that it was already late spring, time to have a delicious coffee, he thought sadly if by chance he couldn't return to his world he would I would miss coffee, there wasn't much in that world in a way.

´´- It's a very small village, mine has almost 3 times that number of houses. modest of Kalebe. "What did he mean, what the hell do you know?" ´´-Well, he said there are no prostitutes and chaperones here, he said he is too small to have them.´´ An innocent face, opposite to what he just said, remained on his face, quite contradictory but which served to take away a simple laugh from the older man with such absurdity. ´´-And do you happen to know what a prostitute is?´´ His hoarse voice sounded satirically.

´´-Of course I know! Do you think I'm 7 years old by any chance?´´ His personality was angry, almost like a scorching fire and his face was irritated. ´It barely took a few seconds and he continued. ´´-These are women who are paid to mess with lonely men's heads!´´ His confidence was inundating and insightful.

A big laugh followed.