Chapter 45. Wished For Just A Glance From Him

Pitter-patter.

The stormy rain came without any prior sign, drenching the forest in no time. That unique smell of rain, touching the ground, floated in the eerie forest as the sound of pouring grew louder. 

Something in the air felt suffocating and grieving as if Heaven was crying.

Pitter-patter.

The drops of raindrops hitting the leaves, ground, and trees felt melodious but it strangely turned the shrouding darkness impenetrable.

The pungent stench of blood, carried by the gusts of winds, was swaying the dense foliage in a rhythmic tune. 

Without any footwear, a pair of feet rushed, splashing the water of small muddy puddles in the process. The feet belonged to a fifteen or sixteen years old kid whose right eye had a black patch covering it. He wore clothes made of animal's skin and leaves, jewelry made of some kind of bones and flowers, and his head was adorned by some type of accessories made of colorful feathers and flowers.