BO LI, Independent Woman, Sir
Writing a Story Book at Ten Years Old
The death notebook began to talk to Bo Li, whether the book was summarized word-for-word or was dropped without an editor but the book had shocked Bo Li. He spoke like a human like Bo Li even had a heartbeat that sounded from the direction in the book like a heartbeat but no, because the book is lifeless only objects are capable of speech and evolve to perfection.
However, he is just a death notebook that is not a book about life but he writes about the journey of death that occurs.
Almost similar to the journey of life but this book is about the record of a death event.
Zaban...
That is the name of the presenter of the seventh door of hell which has the lantern of the soul where hell is.
Someone who is either a man or a woman, no one knows the kind. He wore a robe of deep red fire and always carried a long sickle-shaped sword and lantern in each of his hands.
The chariot with eleven white sembranes as its pullers is the mount that Zaban rides, the messenger of the seventh door of hell.
Although his appearance was very terrible but he had a soft and noble heart. He then approached Bo Li. And lead Bo Li to write about the death note that he deleted after eating the fruit of heaven of the fairies.
"Began to write down the record of death that you experienced in the book, daughter Bo Li and write your name in full in the book of the death note!", orders Zaban, the robe of red fire.
"How do I write in the book?", asked Bo Li.
"I will give the seven bones of man as a brush for writing on the book and you can choose one of the seven bones, the princess Bo Li", said Zaban, The red fire robe.
"What !? T-bone?", said Bo Li shuddering in horror.
When Zaban flew seven human bones towards Bo Li, the beautiful woman immediately threw her face from the bone. He wanted to expel all the contents inside his stomach when he saw the seven human bones floating before him.
The strange stinging smell of the seven human bones caused nausea in Bo Li's stomach.
"I can't stand the smell of that bone ! Can you replace it with an ordinary pen?" Bo Li said as he covered his nose.
"No, I don't have a pen like you mean" Zaban said.
"Are you unable to replace it with another one?", Bo Li said.
"Hmmh!?", the breath of the red-flame robe when he heard Bo Li's complaint. "No ! It was already a provision from the heavens and could not be changed even by myself, wear one of those bones to write ! You don't have much time Bo Li !"
"All right, I'll do it" Bo Li said.
Bo Li observed the seven human bones floating in front of him, there was another thing that now became a hoax in his heart, which bone he had to choose as a pen to write in Zaban's death book.
One human tail bone was chosen by Bo Li because the bone was different from the other six human bones so he decided to choose the bone as a brush for writing.
"Well I'll start writing it!", said Bo Li then grabbed the tailbone.
"Wait!", said Zaban and stopped Bo Li.
"Why?", asked Bo Li.
"Wait, I will apply my sweat on the bone you choose!", said Zaban as he floated towards Bo Li who was holding the tailbone in his hand.
It appeared that the red-robed fire-cloak person was pouring his sweat all over the tailbone that Bo Li had chosen. He then handed the bone he had covered with sweat to Bo Li, who appeared to show severe nausea when receiving the tailbone.
Bo Li began to write about his story...
It was raining all over the city of Kuota, drenching the entire corner of the city as well as the streets along the castle of the royal palace of Kuota.
A thunderstorm sounded over the sky, it was time that day became night and the entire Quota city was pitch black.
The atmosphere of the palace castle seemed lengthened and silent, the air felt very cold enveloped the entire room of the Kuota palace.
"Why is it dark?" said a girl from her bed.
The room of the ten-year-old girl was suddenly dark and the lights of her spacious bedroom were extinguished. He looked terrified and he hurried down from his bed.
The sound of lightning can be seen striking from the outside of the ten-year-old boy's bedroom through the window of his large room with a curtain hanging pretty above the bedroom window.
The ten-year-old girl was walking while fumbling at objects she had encountered while walking towards her bedroom door.
"W-why ma-ma...no to my room...? Mama used to run here and accompany me when the lights went out?", said the little girl, who started to cry.
The little girl walked slowly towards her bedroom door and grabbed her bedroom door handle.
"Mama...!?", he whispered slowly as he opened the door.
The ten-year-old girl stepped both feet through the street in front of her long, quiet bedroom. He walked along the hallway of the palace room which was very dark without lights.
The rain was still pouring down fiercely from the outside of his very quiet palace castle, not usually the atmosphere inside his palace was like that. Usually the little girl always heard the workers in her palace were busy lighting candles throughout her palace but tonight it was very different felt by the ten-year-old girl. He found no one in his magnificent palace.
"Aries!?", the little girl muttered to her nanny as she passed through the middle room of her spacious palace.
There was no answer and the atmosphere was really very gloomy without a ray of light, only a flash of lightning illuminated his entire palace.
The ten-year-old girl walked into a room located in the middle of the room. He saw that the bedroom door was slightly open and he quickly walked there.
The little girl then looked at the door of the slightly open room.
Suddenly the little girl widened her two beautiful glowing eyes with a frightened look. His body trembled as he looked at what was happening inside the bedroom without him noticing his tears melting from both corners of his eyes.
"Mama.!", said the ten-year-old girl.
"B-bo Liiii !!! Lariii naaak!!!", shouted a woman with a head covering in her hair to the ten-year-old girl.
"Stop Abbiyu ! Don't chase my son ! Let him live Abbiyu!", shouted angrily a man. "If you want this royal throne then I will voluntarily give it to you, Abbiyu !"
"To-please release my daughter Abbiyu!", said the two men pleading with pity.
A young man along with several men stood in the middle of the spacious bedroom room. The young man with the tall body and the thick eyebrows decorating his face appeared to smile wryly to the two men and women who were sitting crammed under the floor.
"Whatever your pretext is to rebel against me, I will give all my power to you but please release my daughter, Abbiyu!", said the man with a sharp look.
"You are the king's nephew but why do you dare to carry out this rebellion ! Will not the next king's election be announced a week later in the royal court ! Why did you rebel ? Can't you talk to both of us!?", said the woman.
"You know why uncle?", said the young man.
"No!", replied the man.
"Because I want your entire bloodline to perish my beloved uncle!", said the tall young man coldly.
"It was not us who caused the death of your father's mother, not one of the inhabitants of this Quota city who harmed him, Abbiyu!", said the man sitting on the floor.
"Oh Yes!?", a heavy voice from behind the young man appeared before the man. "Nobody said you, my honorable king !?"
The man sitting on the floor was shocked when he saw a man of his age standing before him smiling wryly at him.
It was clear that the hateful face was drawn on the face of the man to the man sitting under the floor of the palace room.
The man called the king suddenly turned moody when he found out the person who had been rebellious to him was his own relatives.
"Revolutionary revolts have been moving throughout this country, my king ! Some want the death of the nobles for equality and prosperity that is evenly distributed in all parts of the world and there is no longer a difference in rank!", said the man smiling wryly.
"What is the pretext of you making this rebellion to me, my brother?", asked the man called the king.
"I just inserted it as my alibi doing this rebellion of kings!", said the man grinning viciously.
"You used the little people to carry out a revolutionary uprising against the nobility who is the blood of your descendants ? Are you out of your right mind Elmar Kuota Sanders!?", said the man sitting on the floor disappointed.
The man named Elmar with a cold face seemed to laugh out loud. His voice sounded extremely terrifying and echoed throughout the room of that palace room.