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Bottle of Stories (67)

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Jayson returned to the main house. He looked for the Guardian of Dreams in every corner of the room but he did not find him. He sat on the living room chair and reach for the book lying on another chair beside him. The book has a blue cover with a design of different sized flowers. It is noticeable that the pages are uneven because some are thick, thin, and riped. Maybe he could use this to pass his time. He started scanning every page, skipping the wall of hand-written pages, and paying attention to pictures or objects that are pasted on the pages. He continued turning the pages until he saw the largely written word "Magic" with a bunch of thread around it. The Magic Thread We were playing hide-and-seek when Rayos fell off the tree while trying to hide there. Everyone is worried because his stomach did not stop bleeding. Linn tried to cover it by wrapping the affected area using the fabric from her skirt. Delo already left to call for help because we cannot carry him. Every ...

Bottle of Stories (66)

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Jayson stood in front of the tombstone. He wanted to confirm something but he forgot what he was going to do. He tried touching the ground hoping that he will sense their auras but he failed. This dream made him powerless. He sat in despair waiting for his consciousness to get him out of this place. It is better this way rather than bursting into anger, he thought. "Why are you here? I already said that you can stay at our main house." It was Lealyn. She put her fists on her waist consecutively tap her feet. "I am waiting for your explanation, traveler." "I just want to see the grave of your parents." "How rude! I did not expect this kind of attitude from you." "What are you talking about? I did nothing to upset you." "The truth is, you want me to assume that my parents are dead. But they are not dead! I can feel it. They can hear me. They can hear you too!" "You are crazy, stop it." "Cannot you understand? I on...