Exhaling heavily the boy slammed down on the sand dune he stood upon.
His brown overcoat matched the grainy texture of sand in contrast. He spread his fingers on the dune's top, one on each side of his. Taking in deep breaths, he matched the leaving strength he had. This was the result of using two consecutive strong actions.
Dragging his arms to the center in front of him, he reached for the rings on his right hand. Readjusting the rings by twisting one of each colours once, he let out a relieved sigh. His strength was still escaping him, but it was within his endurance.
"Huh, huh… I can make it. I will make it." The boy warbled.
The wanderer glimpsed forward at the desert monger. The blood pooled beneath it overflowed the crater formed by the body trenching down the slopes.
Shaking his head, he shook himself up. 'I need to eat, and that's the only meal I can cook.'
He stepped toward the large terrabeast corpse, on the way he picked up a metallic shard that broke off after impact with the desert monger's hide.
"It's still hot, but not untouchable hot." He kept the metallic shard turning in his left hand. He also held the end of his rope with it, while the other collected his rope back into loops.
Walking through the blood pool, he grabbed on the desert monger by the side. And pushed it, it did not turn over.
"Heavy, huh."
Jagged breaths escaped his mouth. 'But why is it called a monger? What is a monger?' He questioned within.
The boy moved his rope into one of the pockets of his brown overcoat. "Let's cut you up, shall we?" He drew his small metal pipe out, the one he uses for drinking water with the help of the action of water.
Holding the metal pipe in his right hand, he rotated the blue ring twice. With his right hand holding on, he used its forefinger to draw the action of water twice on the metal pipe.
A clear sharp jet of water crashed against the hide of the monger and burrowed through it. Grabbing the metal pipe with both hands, he slashed the desert monger in several smaller pieces.
The clear jet of water cut the hide, flesh, muscles and bone throughout and came out the other way for each slash the wanderer performed. After half a minute, he stopped cutting the corpse with the water jet.
He heaved heavily. The boy had been enduring hunger pangs for more than two days, and now he had used four different actions which cut through his strength.
'Huh, huh. What does these actions use from us?' His wandering mind focused on his next thought. 'Didn't Cheal ask about the actions to the Monarch Gweren? What did he answer?'
Taking a breath in, he tried remembering what Gweren had said.
"What was it? Uh… 'Will answer later' is all that I remember. Or was it something else?" He scratched the back of his head with his left hand.
The clear water jet blade began dripping slowly. The wanderer felt it, thus he moved to inspect each piece.
Picking up a piece from the neck area, he grabbed on it from the protruding clean cut bone. "So this is what a monger looks like." He stared down the vertebrae in the flesh he held.
Turning it, one eye stared back at him. Death lingered in the corners caught in it.
The boy put his right fit against the cornea of the eye. It covered only half.
He dropped the piece down. Moving to examine other pieces, in the meanwhile sand had begun drinking the blood pool.
Pool of blood which earlier covered the entire sand dune like a red silk sheet that had dropped down from the sky above, had become grainy. It wasn't that the blood was coagulating and hardening, it swept into the sand slowly.
Before the boy knew it, his metal pipe had stopped dispersing water. But he faced a different problem now. It involved not letting all the flesh pieces not get sabotaged because of sand.
"Should I try that?" He asked the air around him. Wind left silence there.
Shrugging his unanswered query, he bent down and drew a circle with all his five fingers. Then drew another next to it. And finally, dragged all five fingers through the middle space between the two circles.
The action of earth was completed.
All the blood convulsed as if reacting to be one single element.
The boy jumped instinctively.
And when he landed, the blood had solidified all around him pushing the flesh pieces cut by him above the newly blood-structured limestone ground. This was an effect of the action of earth.
Same as his rope trick. Except here, the blood itself was used as a structure for the instantaneous large limestone ground.
Landing on it, the boy was looking around for a split second when he slammed down hard on the ground.
"UH!"
Heaving he knew why.
'Ran out of strength or whatever these actions use… huh. Crap.' He tried pushing his hand against the ground to prop himself up, but it slipped. He had ran out of strength.
Rather than fearing for his future, the wanderer in a brown overcoat laughed. He laughed louder than the wind.
For in his life, he felt free. Free to do what he wished.
But his life remembered him.
A shriek of wind ran across the dunes, then another ran, and then another.
Each striking a long syllable. The boy lying down heard each syllable, and before the first was over he knew what the shrieks together said.
Covered by grime and blood the wanderer recognized the word formed by the shrieks as the only thing that ever followed him.
Willfall.
A cold sweat dripped from his forehead down to his nose and then by the eye to his cheek. He swiped it off before it left his face.
"Willfall." The boy said gravely.