------People are always swallowed by the abyss they create.
Arthur subconsciously looked at the words carved on the rocks in front of the cave. The slogan that seemed to be a warning had been eroded by the sea wind and tide for a long time and had become difficult to read.
"We're about to meet him, right? No one ran away crying," the evil star sneered.
"When you encounter a nightmare, you can't escape it at first." Arthur said, "It will first use the magic of 'dream' to forcefully enter your consciousness."
"Then create all kinds of illusions in your consciousness that scare you the most." Greenville said.
"Fear?" Arthur shook his head, "No. It's not just fear. The scariest thing about nightmares is that they allow you to see your own sins."
"Sin? I have never heard of this." Greenville said.
"Have you never been in?"
"Of course not. I have done rescue work here many times, but you want me to go in? No thank you. I have no interest in the title of Knight of Gaia, and I don't want to see that disgusting creature at all."
"Very wise." said the evil star beside him.
"Ahem." Arthur coughed dryly, "The knights of the Knights of the North are pure and self-loving and have not committed any terrible crimes, so they should not encounter the [Fear Elephant] and [Evil Obstacle] that appeared in the nightmare.
It varies from person to person. Some people should not be able to see [evil obstacles]."
"What difference does that make?"
"The difference is huge. As long as a person has enough courage to see [the fear image], he can overcome it. But those who see the [obstacle], that is, their past sins, will be swallowed up by guilt and guilt. To
To overcome one's own [obstacles], what is needed is not courage, but... [something else]."
"Damn it! Don't lie, tell me quickly!" Evil Star said angrily.
"I'm sorry, that's impossible. This requires personal experience to realize. What is needed cannot be expressed in words." Arthur sneered, "If you want to know, it's very simple. You can also
If you go into a cave and experience the nightmare, you can experience it firsthand."
"You want to lure me into fishing? It's not that easy!" Evil Star said disapprovingly, "Forget it, I'll ask those brats after they come out."
"The premise is that some of them can really overcome [evil obstacles]." Greenville sneered.
Arthur shrugged and stopped talking. He was still a little worried that Bedivere's Papalov incident might become an insurmountable [evil obstacle] and eventually destroy the child.
In order to overcome [obstacles], what is needed is [determination] for a person to face the darkness of his or her past and overcome these darknesses.
What is needed is the ability to face one's own sins and still be able to overcome them unswervingly, [faith].
For a person, the sins of the past are the most difficult thing to overcome. However, if he can overcome this hurdle------he can truly grow up.
A person's heart must be at least this strong to have the minimum qualifications to be promoted to a Knight of Gaia.
Pantorakon's knighthood qualification trials have always been so harsh.
The werewolf boy sneered.
Another white bear boy, about one to two years older than his younger brother, is currently trapped in a trap prepared by his younger brother and unable to escape.
It's not just once or twice that the younger brother has harmed his older brother, but this time, it almost cost him his life.
"Beibei? Is it Beibei? Stop playing and please let me out! It's almost dark. If you don't go back, my mother will be worried." The white bear boy shouted.
Bedivier did not respond. Of course he would not respond. If he responded, wouldn't it be equivalent to admitting that this was a prank on his part?
The werewolf boy didn't know that his brother broke his leg when he fell into a pit, and the bones are still exposed and bleeding. No matter how good the regeneration ability of the white bear man is, the sharp bone fragments still tore the leg to pieces, and he has been unable to
Smooth regeneration.
The werewolf boy didn't know that it was already the next morning when his brother was discovered by the adults. The whole village went out to look for a child trapped in the wild, and they searched for him for a whole night.
He only knew that when he saw his brother again, he was already lying weakly on the hospital bed, dying. The White Bear Man's strong vitality saved Papalov from death, but he still lay there for a full week.
"I know you did this." There was reproach in her mother's tone, but more of it was sadness, "Beibei, why are you doing this? Why can't you be nicer to your brother? You have
The love from father and mother, but he has nothing. Why can't you give him some of this love?"
Bediwell, who was just a child at this time, couldn't understand it.
He only remembered that his parents loved his brother far more than they loved himself.
He only remembered being beaten by his father for various trivial matters, but his father had never beaten his brother.
He only remembered that this incident caused him to receive a firm slap from his father, and he still felt a burning pain on his face.
At night, he couldn't sleep. When he slipped out of the room to use the bathroom, he heard their conversation through the crack in the door of his parents' room.
"What should we do now? If Lord Dragon Priest can't sleep like this--" said my mother's voice.
"Don't worry, he will get over it. We have invited the best doctors and used the best medicine... He can get over it." Dad's voice said.
"But, Beibei------" my mother's voice questioned.
"I have given him a good lesson so that he will never dare to mess with the Dragon Priest again. This ignorant boy...if there is another time, I will definitely kill him personally."
"Excuse me." Dad's voice said angrily.
The werewolf boy said nothing, he just returned to the room quietly.
He looked at his brother who was dying on the bed, and at this moment, he had a terrible thought.
He climbed onto his brother's bed, and without warning, he grabbed his brother's neck with both hands.
The face of the White Bear Man Papalov, who was already dying, showed an expression of pain. He couldn't breathe, and he gradually began to suffocate.
Bedivere cried quietly, but his hands pinched harder and harder. His calm and murderous eyes stared at his brother's face twisted in pain in the dark room.
"He's just a little bit away from death. If he dies, he will disappear from my life forever, and he will no longer compete for the love my parents give me." The werewolf boy thought, "As long as I use more force, he will be gone."
I can kill him. I can do it, I will do it."
"I can live happily if he dies."
However, as if protecting his younger brother, the White Bear Man gently hugged Bedivere with both arms.
"Don't cry, Beibei."
It was the tears falling on the brother's face that woke him up from his coma. The brother immediately knew that he was being pinched and strangled by his brother's little hands.
But he never hated his brother. He just lovingly hugged his brother who was about to kill him, hoping to make him stop crying.
He was speechless, but at this time he was praying sincerely.
If killing me makes you feel better, then kill me.
However, the brother finally let go of his hand. Papalov hugged his trembling brother from crying and cried himself.
"I'm sorry. And, thank you."
At that moment, the village burned.
The older brother stood in front of the attacker, giving the younger brother a chance to escape.
The younger brother ran away without looking back.
In the next moment, the black phoenix flew past the two of them.
His arm was burned, and Bediwell suffered heart-piercing pain. When he came to his senses again, his brother Papalov had been burned to charcoal for protecting him.
"I'm sorry, Beibei." Brother's voice echoed around Bediville, "Now I am finally going to disappear. Are you finally happy?"
"No! ------Brother!!!" The werewolf boy stretched out his hand to catch his brother who was moving away.
However, his hand had been burned, and the muscles peeled off from the arm, exposing the white bones, which were then burned to ashes in the flames and scattered on the ground.
The brother who seemed so close at hand had completely turned into ashes and dissipated in the wind along with the remaining warmth of the flames.
"Brother!! No! Wait for me!!" Bedivere shouted, "Don't go!! I still have a lot to say to you, and I haven't apologized to you properly yet!!"
"You don't have to give up my happiness! I just want to exchange it for your life--even if it's only for a moment--come back to life!"
"I just want to tell you that I still love you!"
No matter how he calls, what awaits the werewolf boy is nothingness and darkness.
(My brother is indeed dead and will never come back.)
(All this is caused by me.)
(it's all my fault.)
Darkness, like thick ink, dyed Bedivere's whole body black, from head to toe, from the inside out. Then he began to sink deeper into the dark ocean.
(It all makes no sense anymore.)
(My brother is dead and will never come back.)
(I am alone again in this world.)
(Rather than continue to linger like this, it would be better for me to disappear into this boundless darkness.)
(Give up thinking, stop breathing, and then let your body and mind be swallowed by darkness.)
(If it never existed again, maybe it would be happy and relaxed.)
(I really want to die.)
Just when Bedivere was almost completely sinking into the dark ocean, a gleaming hand held him.
Bedivere was pulled out of the dark ocean again, and the owner of this shimmering hand was none other than the White Bear Papalov.
"elder brother......?"
In the dim light, Papalov did not say anything, he just smiled at Bedivere and shook his head.
That hand was so warm, with a slight moistness unique to the White Bear's palm.
This warm feeling is the same as the warm feeling when being held in my brother's arms.
"Already, doesn't it matter?"
"Even if I am not here, you are not alone. There are already countless lights in your world. These lights will shine on your life."
Bedivere looked around. Behind his brother, there were familiar and unfamiliar faces. Each of them glowed faintly, as if to illuminate Bedivere's path forward. These lights have always been
Extending to infinite distance, until the endless future.
Arthur, who was standing at the front of the crowd, extended his hand to Bedivere.
"Follow me quickly." Arthur's voice resounded in the darkness, as if to repel the darkness and coldness.
Feeling Papalov push him in the back, the werewolf boy fell forward and subconsciously extended his hand to Arthur.
Bedivere came back to his senses and found that he was still in the cave, holding his necklace in his hand, and the white stone on the necklace was still glowing faintly.
It took him about a second to think about the reason why he was in this dark cave.
Then he understood. Everything he saw was an illusion, an illusion created by the magic of nightmares.
The evil thing was still watching not far away, with no intention of attacking or escaping.
No, it's not so much that it doesn't attack or escape, it's better to say that it can't move at all. This kind of mental attack magic consumes a lot of mental energy and requires a high degree of concentration. It can't move during this process.
The other teenagers on the side fell to the ground and were still tortured by the nightmares caused by nightmares. Only Bedivere was awake now.
"Tristan, wake up!" Bedivere shouted. He slapped the fishman boy on the face several times, trying to forcefully wake him up.
"Don't, don't come here! Damn spider!" Tristan cried in his sleep.
Seeing that he couldn't wake up Tristan no matter how hard he shook or slapped him, Bedivere turned to check on Tovir. The leopard boy was huddled in a ball, muttering in pain:
"No. It hurts. Please, let me go, let me go, meow!!------"
"Cheer up! Torvir, what you saw is not real!" Bedivere still tried to shake the leopard boy awake.
"No! Dad! Don't look at me like that, meow!" The child couldn't stop talking in his sleep.
"It's not that I want to become such a monster, meow." The leopard boy cried.