Winter, in the wasteland.
I have lived for too many years, and I have seen too much torture and pain in the darkness, but I have also seen hope in the most vulnerable places, and I have seen a book that turned darkness into light. — The Secret of Kell Sutra
It was snowing.
The boy looked up, and a white snowflake fell on the tip of his nose. It quickly melted, and more snowflakes fell on his messy red hair that had lost its luster.
"Bart …" Someone in front called out to him softly. The joy in the boy's eyes instantly disappeared and was replaced by deep worry. He ran forward and held the skinny woman.
But she shook her head and pushed away the boy's support. Instead, she held his cold hand. The two slowly walked on the scorched wasteland. The white snowflakes quickly disappeared, and more black ashes drifted between the sky and the earth.
The boy's dark brown eyes that had lost their luster due to exhaustion and hunger looked into the distance from time to time. On the horizon, the wreckage of the tall buildings was turning into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was as if they had been burned by the fire. Every gust of wind carried away some of the city's ashes. The boy's hand tightened.
The woman gently squeezed his hand back. She lowered her head and saw the deep fear in the boy's eyes. She could not help but sigh. She bent down and gave the boy a weak but still warm hug. "Bart, we will escape …"
The boy's voice was trembling. "We can't escape."
After seeing the destruction of a world with his own eyes, the boy did not believe that there was a way to escape. Although the strange woman dug him out from the ruins and escaped with him before the prison guards found out, the boy did not believe that the two of them, who were equally weak, could escape those terrible pursuers.
In the boy's eyes, the city in the distance had completely turned into ashes.
The woman caressed the boy's face carelessly. There was not much expression on her thin face. Her light green eyes looked behind Bart. She just said to herself, "You can escape …"
Then the woman stood up and pulled the thin boy to continue walking. Walking under the cloudy sky, it seemed that only the two of them were left in the dead world.
At about nine o 'clock in the evening, the woman found a cave to hide in and took Bart with her.
The cave was not big, and the cold north wind kept blowing into the cave. The woman tried her best to pile up the dead branches and leaves in the cave to block the wind, but it was to no avail.
Bart nudged the woman, indicating that she shouldn't waste her time. So, the two of them leaned against the corner to rest, letting the wind wreak havoc outside the cave.
"Plague," Bart suddenly said.
"Hmm?" The woman gently touched the boy's dirty red hair.
Bart smiled weakly. "This world seems to be suffering from a plague." Otherwise, why would there be hunger, death, and destruction everywhere?
The woman smiled noncommittally and turned her head to look at the wind that was blowing everywhere with black ash.
Bart suddenly noticed the woman's hair. Although it was also dirty and messy, it wasn't white as he had thought at first. Instead, it was a light golden color that was close to the moonlight.
"Moon." As Bart muttered this term, he suddenly realized that he had not seen the moon or the sun for a long time. Ever since … that person rose to power, Bart's world suddenly lost all its vibrant colors. It was like he was watching a black and white movie, watching everything in his life turn into ashes.
"Luna," the woman said softly. "My name is Luna."
There was a dreamy expression on her face, which made Bart very sad.
"Luna …" Bart called out the woman's name. "Why did you save me?"
In such a world, it was difficult to survive alone. Why did she drag a stranger out? This was Bart's question all the way.
Luna shook her head gently. "I can't save you, Bart. I can't save you …"
Bart didn't quite understand Luna's words. He quietly leaned against the woman and suddenly remembered that in the concentration camp, those people called Luna crazy.
Was she really crazy? Bart tilted his head and looked at Luna's expression that was between contemplation and confusion. He was puzzled.
There were many, many things that Bart didn't understand. He just gently held Luna's hand and thought that on the day of death, he hoped that he could be so calm.
"Bart, don't think about death …" Luna sighed.
"My grandfather …" Bart buried his head in his knees. "Barry Allen, do you know Luna? Everyone called him The Flash … "Bart tried to smile but in the end, it turned into a sad expression. Fortunately, no one could see it.
"On the day of 'doomsday', he and his companions wanted to bring out the people in the center, but they didn't make it …" Bart buried his head in the terrible memories, the collapsed buildings, the ghosts wandering in the crowd, the monsters that seemed to come from hell, and … the people who died.
Bart raised his head and Luna saw a pair of desperate eyes. "At that time, I was six years old. My mother and Wally hid me underground, so I survived, but everyone died. When I crawled out of the basement, the whole city was gone. "
Bart looked at the days of the past in horror. "Then I became a scavenger. I looked for food in the ruins … I always wanted to go to the Zhenglian Hall, but I never got there. Just to survive … I used up all my skills … And …" Bart showed an ugly smile again. "I don't think they survived …" Otherwise, the world wouldn't have become like this.
Luna just listened quietly. There was no joy or sadness on her pale face, only a faint shadow, but it made Bart feel comforted.
Yes, she saved him. Bart confirmed this fact again and again.
Luna was quiet for a while. Then she straightened up and took out the manuscript from her robe. Bart leaned over and asked, "Have you finished?"
Ever since they escaped from the concentration camp, Luna had been persisting in writing this manuscript. She used a quill and parchment paper. Even in the most dangerous times, she didn't stop. Bart didn't know what this manuscript was, but it must mean a lot to Luna.
"Almost, almost …" Luna took out a small stone from her pocket. The stone shone faintly in the dark night. Bart held it for her, barely illuminating the parchment so that Luna could continue to write.
Luna smiled. At that moment, she looked very young.
This night, the whole world seemed to be only this little bit of light, and the rest was endless darkness. The roar of the wind was mixed with the cry and call …
Bart stared at the hole in horror. "He's coming …" He had heard the heavy footsteps of the prison guard.
Luna looked outside through the messy hair, but she didn't stop writing.
Bart wanted to put down the star stone and hide the two of them in the darkness, but Luna firmly took the stone and continued to write in silence …
"Luna …" Bart gritted his teeth and didn't stop her. He turned and walked to the hole. Through the wind and the dust, he could already see the huge pursuer. "Blue Beetle …"
Blue Beetle had already discovered the fugitives in the hole, but he was not in a hurry to rush over. He knew that he was strong and the opponent was weak. He was willing to enjoy the fear of his prey before they died. The assassin in the metal mech sneered and walked to the hole step by step, the ion cannon ready in his arm …
"Luna, Luna …" Bart had already seen the grim reaper in the wind. He smiled shakily and asked the silent person behind him, "May I know your full name?"
Luna also smiled. She even said softly, "Lovegood. My name is Luna, Lovegood."
Blue Beetle had appeared.
"Bart!" Luna threw down the quill and stood up. She walked to Bart and stuffed the book into his hands.
Blue Beetle aimed the ion cannon at the two fugitives who were also weak.
Luna sighed and smiled. She turned and stood in front of Bart. She whispered, "Death is another great journey …"
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