The Boy Who Is Lost To The Fantasy World, The Enchanted Forest (The Five Rooms of Thoughts Book 2)

Chapter 1

Gussalen was about to reach his home after a bizzare adventure. On his way he kept on hearing voices inside his head, each minute he lost his consciousness for being somnolent and exhausted. The moving vehicle made him easily fell asleep as the car seat cradled him similar to his bed..

" Your quest is not over! (he heard echoing voices)

The rain was pouring heavily when he reached the gate of their house. He quickly doorbelled and went inside.

"Hi son! Welcome back!" Gussalen smiled to his dear mother.

"Hi mom I'm happy to see you back. He came closer and made his honoring gesture or pagmamano to his mom a common Filipino culture and tradition then kissed and hugged her.

"How is my son?"

"Fine and always will be, I miss you so much mother". Whew I need to take a rest now! I just came from an exhausting trip. I will just put my bag inside, and fix my things."

"Okay son, take care of yourself!.answered his mom with her sweetest voice.

Gussalen quickly went to his room, changed his clothes, fixed his things sit on his bed for a while and later laid on his bed. After a minute of staring at the ceiling finally Gussalen felt relaxed and slowly closed his eyes.

In a state of his sleep he now returned again into his imaginary world..Rubbing and rubbing his eyes made him that blurry vision and was grunting like he was in a terrible pain. He slowly got up and managed to stand. He noticed that he was heavily covered in wounds and dirt. He struggled and he tried to walk slowly. He looked around his surroundings. It was all dusty and some parts of the ground is burning. He wandered around the wasteland and saw some broken pieces of house furniture, broken wood planks, broken glass, and crumbled concrete. He immediately noticed this was the mansion from his past adventure. He gasped and picked up a handful of pieces. He saw a broken glass of mirror and took it, then used it so he can see himself from the damages. He hardly noticed himself since he was all dirty and wounded. When he put down the piece of broken mirror, he saw a destroyed coffin right infront of him. Because of the designs, he instantly knew that the coffin belonged again to his late cousin from the second room (first re-entering). He ran fast and shouted her name: "Milky!... Milky!... Milky?" He arrived at the destroyed coffin, but his late cousin's lifeless body was not there. He felt sad that he cannot see his late cousin's face again. He sighs from his sadness and slowly walked away. While he was walking away, a voice of an old villager armed with a pinchfork threatened him and pointed his pinchfork at his back.

"Don't you move! I SAID DON'T MOVE!" He has a rusty cowboy-like accent