Reveal X's Gen

ENG 10

It was very bright outside but it was not clear how the sun shone into the courtyard, tightly covered by thick clouds over the forest that had been there for years. However, every now and then Len could feel that between the gaps of the thick clouds, the sun was directly overhead so that the rays could be seen directly. Even though they are not exposed to direct sunlight or rarely, the small plantation in front of the house still grows vegetables and fruit that are planted because some of the varieties have been converted into photosynthetic plants with minimal sunlight.

Len just threw small stones into the small pool in front of the house, a disheveled face that could not hide the disappointment about what he wanted had to be stored in his mind again. He took a short breath, supporting his chin in one hand.

What should he do other than play? If he plays again, again he only plays with a teddy bear that has been slightly creased. Well, he wasn't badmouthing him, just stating a few facts. His name is Fillow, the lilac teddy bear that Clar gave him when he was very young.

"Papa doesn't want to play, so what should I do?" He asked himself, still looking in the same direction. “Um, Can I play the drone? Papa said I could play anything except in his laboratory, surely he could play short-range drones because they were not used at the moment. I took it at the warehouse, after that, try to shoot arrows again. The last time I learned arrows with papa, my target almost hit the center."

The decision he made was unanimous. After just staring and playing stone-throwing, Len stepped into the barn. The warehouse is located on the side which protrudes a little towards the back of the house, where various items that are usually rarely used or equipment for outdoors are kept neatly. Drones are stored in front of the top, while arrows and bows are placed hanging on the side walls of the warehouse. Len took it all using only his hands. He smiled faintly seeing that this toy could cheer up the loneliness that hit the house a little.

When flying the drone upward, he thought he wanted to be a drone that could fly. However, he wants to be more of a bird because birds can fly freely, unlike drones that fly by being controlled.

Various questions often and often appeared in his mind.

How is life in the world outside the forest there? Is it beautiful or is it scary as Clar says?

However, even if he can shoot via drone, what is certain is the forest. The forest around his house is quite wide and dense. Clar said no one could penetrate it except for Clar who often went in and out of the forest to buy food when stocks were running low. Curiosity resurfaced, is there anyone who might be able to penetrate this forest near his house besides Clar?

"Already ah, playing drones is also boring. Try playing archery first⸺ um, wear a wig according to my father's orders. He said it's dangerous if anyone finds out living here. "

Wig or wig.

Clar also made it for Len, he did raise and educate Len properly as a woman. However, he did not forget to always teach disguise for the girl because he was afraid of being caught early and wanted Len's existence to be known as a boy, not a girl. That's why he teaches martial arts, archery, disguise, and also other basic basics that must be done.

The wig also fits, the shape of her hair fits Len's face quite well. Nobody will know that Len is a woman, wearing a wig that can show and manipulate people.

Finished wearing his disguise well, Len put down the target wheel for his arrows to catch up later to hang from a tree. Finished hanging with the right view, according to him, then backed away to prepare to do archery. From a distance, he is able to shoot arrows until they hit the target wheel even though they never hit the center point. Len would hiss if not near the very center of the circle. He had run out of many arrows, remaining three of the best arrows he had.

Len took a deep breath while pulling the strings on his bow, one arrow he pulled back and one eye he closed to focus on his target. When he was steady, he let go of his hand but his target again missed. However, it was a miss because his best arrow was aimed deeper into the forest. He ran to the target wheel and noticed a forest that was dimly lit but darker than his yard. Hardly as Len gulped down the saliva that was heavy in his throat, he wondered whether he should take his best arrow or not. no.

If it is lost, it will be quite difficult to get a new one again because these arrows are made by Clar from the best ingredients while Clar is already busier than before.

The final decision made him choose to go into the forest and look for his lost arrow. He walked with small steps accompanied by goosebumps. The forest was even darker, he was lucky to have sharp eyes. In Len's mind, even beasts couldn't live here. He also heard that creatures such as vampires or werewolves today prefer to live in bright places and mingle with humans, of course Clar tells it with a bit of exaggeration so that Len is not interested in the world out there.

"Why don't the arrows show up? Feelings can emit light because papa likes to play it at night, "muttered Len who was confused as he kept walking.

Len entered the forest which was getting deeper, he was afraid of getting lost but he still remembered some of the trees that he used as a guide for the road.

As soon as he turned his head back to look for his arrows, an arrow from behind him hit his right shoulder until he stifled a squeak in the pain he felt for the first time. He was holding the part that had been hit by the slightly downward shoulder arrow close to the right chest, the arrow that had been stabbed sharply. He immediately fell on the spot with blood starting to come out and soaking the clothes around him.

The sound of a branch breaking from being stepped on became clearer, someone had approached it. Len wanted to run away but the damn arrow made him not want to leave a trail of blood dripping on the leaves that fell on the ground. "It hurts... shh, it's the first time I've been shot, I should have just been careful." Len finally tried to sit up with all his strength, he dragged his body to lean against a tree.

The wig she was wearing was loose and almost untied, she didn't really care about that. All he wanted was a way to let go of these arrows and return home. If you stay out too long, Clar will be suspicious and can stop him from leaving the house. No, Len doesn't want that to happen.

"Oh my gosh, it turns out I shot someone." His gaze at Len was like shooting at the wrong target—even though it was true. He put his bow to his back and looked back at Len's face which he felt was almost on par with his. "... uh, why are we the same age? Are you a werewolf? Why do we look a little different?"

Len opened his eyes which had narrowed, he tried to see the person who was now in front of him who was the one who had shot an arrow that hit his shoulder. His initial vision was quite blurry, coupled with the lack of sunlight there, he had to sharpen his sense of sight. A boy carrying his bag and bow, looked at Len in surprise. Question after question kept being asked without realizing that Len had started to bleed a lot because of the boy's actions.

"Eung .." Len rolled up slowly, he came back almost closed his eyes and with all his might to keep his consciousness awake. "I..."

"Ah, I have to help you. Wait a minute!" The boy realized because of his carelessness, he did not immediately help earlier and instead asked a lot. As soon as possible he helped to position Len correctly first.

"N-don't .. tell .. if you have shot me, I'm human ..," said Len in answer to the second question. "I..I am not - wolf. I .. manu .. useless .."

"Okay, okay I understand," replied the boy. "Previously, turn your body because I will pull out the arrow that stuck in the shoulder. It will be very painful, endure the pain, don't scream because my father is hunting too. One more thing, don't let your consciousness disappear. Okay?"

"Okay."

Len turned around according to the boy's orders. In one long breath, the boy tightly pulled out the arrow that was stuck in Len's body. Len was biting his own tongue because it felt so crushed when pulled out in one tight tug.

So goosebumps when the boy looked at the arrow with blood on it, the blood of a human. Not another living being like the animal he was used to hunting.

"I'll treat the existing wound first."

The rubbing alcohol in the cotton began to be rubbed on the wound, and Len's quiet scream accidentally escaped.