When Bradley and the others come out of the tent, the sound turns out to be from the firecrackers accidentally set off by Markus. "Markus, what are you doing?" Mr. Grunt furrowed his brow. "You know firecrackers are very dangerous, especially with so many people here." "Yes Uncle, I just wanted to test if the firecracker works properly." Markus smiled and scratched his head. "I'm so sorry, uncle." Mr. Grunt smiles and strokes Mark's head as he leads everyone back into the tent. After all the children try on their costumes, it is time for the rehearsal to begin. Uncle Grunt leads everyone back to the bridge in front. Mr. George his wife appears to be at the front of the procession, and Mr. Grunt follows as the leader of the line with the marching band, and one by one the procession groups walk. The first row features the circus performers, then in the second row are Markus and his circus animals along with some of his members next is a group of people dressed as clowns and the las
Decorative lights hang, neatly arranged along the street lined with food stands and the scent it becomes stronger the longer they are there. The trio goes around trying every food stand available from snacks to heavy meals. After eating almost everything there, they decided to sit on a park chair there. "So, Markus have you been to Mirland before?" Bradley furrowed his brows as he clutched his favorite hot chocolate drink. "I've only been there once when I was a kid," Markus said while chewing a snack. "However, my father said it is a terrible place to live." "What do you mean by saying it?" Caden is getting more and more curious about Bradley's words. "There are monsters like night catchers, bandits and some evil organizations that roam freely without pressure." "So, isn't there some kind of specialized group to eradicate that?" Bradley asked again. "There is, but the number of groups is very small and there is no way they can handle everything." Bradley simply sighed at Marku
The man furrowed his brows and see the look of tension on Bradley's face."What are you guys doing here?""Uh, Mr. George sent us here to check what's causing the constant flashing," Bradley speaks in a stammering voice.The frown on the man's face slowly disappeared when he heard Mr. George's name mentioned."Oh, yes there is a slight problem with the engine transformer." The man sighed and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "But, everything is safely under control.""Sir, I feel like this belongs to you." Caden handed the flashlight to the man. "We found it around here.""This is my partner's flashlight." The man furrowed his brow again. "Do you see it?"Bradley and Caden exchanged glances and simultaneously shakes their heads. Neither of them understood what the man just said and he decides walks away from them looking for his partner. Bradley and Caden don't know where they are going and finally follow the man."Strange, something might have happened to him." The man quickly paces
Bradley looks around the room like it's a maze, but it's all glass. All sides are reflections of themselves, making it confusing for everyone to find a way out. "Brad, what exactly is going on with you?" Caden asked as he walked slowly with his hands forward. "It's probably the effect of the wound I received, just like Dr .Thomas said to me." Bradley strokes his chin. “This wound must using the special plant from Mirland.” "Who is Dr. Thomas?" Caden furrowed his brows at the unfamiliar name. "Is one of the watchers just like Markus?" Bradley explained that Dr. Thomas was just an ordinary human who is an acquaintance of Madam Nigera. He is also the one who told him about the special plant in Mirland that could heal this wound permanently. Caden just moved his head every time Bradley spoke. As the minutes go by, they can not find a way out of this place at all. The temperature in this room start to be humid also makes Caden start to feel tired and chose to rest for a while. "Bra
Caden looks on in shock as his best friend disappears in front of his eyes and he can do nothing about it. Disappointment, sorrow, and anger are all mixed up in his mind. He doesn't know what to do now and It feels meaningless right now because the only person he has considered family is gone. He continues sobbing while burying his head between his legs. He doesn't realize the same tentacles are targeting him. It moves slowly walking closer to him pulling on Bradley's leg and entangling his leg. "Damn! What the ...." His body instantly pulled, making it difficult for Bradley to move. His hands looked around for something, but there is nothing and he tried to rack his brain. His eyes suddenly lock into one of the cracked mirrors he accidentally bumped into earlier. He tries touching the surface of the mirror, but his body keeps getting pulled away from it. He used his body muscles to pull his body closer to the cracked mirror and hit the surface of the glass until it shatters. The
Bradley can only swallow the saliva that is still in his throat. He just had his back against the corner and he has no idea how to get away from this. He slowly turns his head but he cannot see the tall man. His face is covered with a black cloth, a round black cowboy hat covers his head and all that is visible is the piercing gaze of a pair of brown irises. "What are you doing here?" the man asked as he continued to point the gun at Bradley. "I-I need some heat because I keep shivering." Bradley keeps his head down as his body continues to tremble. "I don't mean to steal your stuff." The man sighs deeply at Bradley's face, which doesn't look like an evil person at all. "Well, if you say so." The man then lowered the muzzle of his gun and looked at the rabbit carcass lying with fresh blood still flowing. "This must be that thing." “Do you mean night catcher?” The man furrows his brows and slowly removes the cloth covering the man's face. "Hey, how do you know it?" "That thing i
Curiosity makes him continue to step closer to Mikaela and sees a tall woman with white skin talking to Mikaela. "Mikaela, who is she?" Bradley raised his eyebrows and showed a look of confusion. "Oh, she's Mrs. Meredith, the owner of this place." The woman's long hair almost covers her face and only shows a mouth with black lipstick. Without saying much she hands over a glass with a strange liquid in it. "Uh, what's that?" Bradley asked curiously. "Thank you, but I don't want to drink it." Bradley gently pushed the glass away from him. "The smell makes me nauseous, too." Mikaela taps Bradley on the shoulder and tried to calm him down. "Hey, calm down. Just follow Mrs. Meredith's words and your wounds can heal, okay?" Bradley initially hesitated, but he has no other choice. He has come so far and the only person willing to help him is this strange woman in front of him. "Uh, okay." Bradley picks up the glass and slowly takes a sip. A strange taste enters his throat causing him
Bradley raises his eyeballs in disbelief at Mikaela's words and tries to figure out why his father hates him so much. Mikaela says the thing that makes his father so angry with him is that he goes and spent the money he inherited. "I should have used that money to go to the big city and pursue my dreams, but ...." Mikaela sighed as if trying to forget the memory. "I choose to satisfy my lust and use the money to gamble and drink." " Jesus, Mikaela." Bradley raised his eyebrows at the words coming out of Mikaela's mouth. "But I'm pretty sure your father will forgive you." Mikaela is silent for a moment and slowly moves his head towards Bradley. He wonders why Bradley will say such a thing and immediately says Bradley is just being pretentious and just trying to cheer him up. "Mikaela, you should be grateful for having parents who love you so much." Bradley patted Mikaela's shoulder. "I can't feel that way at all because I'm an orphanage child." Bradley lowered his head down languid