Hey guys... we meet again.

I want to tell you one short thing; After this chapter, I might be a little longer in continuing this story, you know... school stuff. But, that doesn't mean I won't continue it... it's just a little longer than usual. Say, once in two or three weeks I'm gonna update my stories.

Okay now... happy reading.


Alex's POV

'What a tiring day...' I shouted in my tired mind... dropped my body on my bed, then stared at the ceiling while remembering things that happened a few hours ago, 'I never thought I fell asleep for five hours on the city hall bench...'

That is true... a few hours ago, while enjoying the atmosphere in the quiet courtyard of the city hall. Sitting under a shady tree really caused my heavy eyes to close very long. The last time I remembered was the gusts and sparkles of the sun in the blue sky, accompanied by the cool breeze, and when I opened my eyes... the blue sky had turned orange, and of course my little sister, Lisa... she was still asleep on my lap. But instead, Emy had returned home at that time. I wonder, why didn't she wake me up? Because of that, our parents waited for us both anxiously at home. Once again I say... just occasionally I guess it's okay. Sleep while accompanied by a cool breeze in the summer, it's still quite cold, though. I think that was a side effect due to sleeping late at night the day before the writing contest. Well, I was hunted by time. Or maybe, that's why I dropped two ranks... I wrote the story in a hurry.

Now the sun has set, the sky is black, and stars are popping up. I, who was still lying on my bed, stared at the ceiling of my bright room. When I tilt my head to the right, I just remembered something...

'Oh yes... Hyacinthum G's story.'

Hundreds of sheets of paper... a story that has been written by a new writer...

I grabbed it, and began reading the title. A unique title, I say... only consists of one letter, f... which is written in italics. Emy said, the title is a sign in sheet music... forte, which means 'loud'. A story that caught Emy's interest, a cold-hearted bird. That's what made me wonder what made her interested in such a story.

I open the pages one by one, reading each sentence and paragraph slowly while moving my eyeball left and right, understanding the plot and character. Just when I read the first ten pages it made me feel something...

'He's cheating. This is more like the expression of his heart than a story. How can I compete with a story like this, of course this story can attract a lot of people's hearts. Damn Hyacinthum G.' I grumbled in my mind after finding out something about his feelings flowing in every word.

A history-genre story, mixed with a little drama... managed to make readers feel something. A feeling that is difficult to explain in words. This book is not just for entertainment, but I think this can make readers reflect on the meaning of a life.

A story about a pianist who tried to survive in two world wars really became a unique plot. After his entire family was slaughtered in front of his eyes, he managed to escape and hid among the ruins of the building. Whether he is unlucky or lucky to have survived the massacre, because death is easier than survive... that's what the main character in this story said. His dead family, will no longer feel the pain in this world, while the pianist is still struggling alone in it. I wonder how a child can make such a story. He's not the type of kid who likes stories of heroes, fantasies, and super powers. Even in his age, he already knew suffering and sadness. There are some people say, stories written by a writer, describing their background...

But is that really true? Well, I guess I'll find out for myself...

My mind then was distracted by the sound of a knock on the door, followed by a voice from outside, "Brother... dinner's ready. Let's have dinner together." That was my little sister's voice.

"Okay, wait for me downstairs." I replied, after hearing her talonsteps walking down the stairs, I put a copy of Hyacinthum G's script on my desk.

'Tomorrow, I'm going to do a small investigation.' I determined in my heart to find the answer

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The morning dew came over the city of Moose Lake...

The leaves wet from the morning dew gave a peaceful impression in the heart, looking at the leaves that glittered under the orange light that slowly melted the frozen dew above the wilted flowers.

According to the weather this morning I heard from television just now, this morning the temperature reached ten degrees Celsius. It was three degrees hotter than yesterday... but still, the temperature was too cold for the summer. Fortunately, I'm used to this cold. Arguably... the freezing morning air always accompanies Moose Lake residents in the morning with its frozen dew.

Therefore, armed with a scarf around my neck, and my winter jacket that covered my body tightly... I was getting ready to begin my little investigation.

"Mom... I'm leaving!" I said goodbye to my mother, taking out my bicycle from the garage beside the house. I ride my bicycle to reach the road, when I saw my little sister who had already woken up from her sleep in the freezing morning. She was standing under a tree across the road smiling narrowly at me, as if planning something.

She, then, ran towards me, "Good morning, big brother..." she said with her morning spirit that burning in her heart as if it could warm her body.

"Good Morning..." I stopped my bicycle to reply her.

"Let's play throw and catch the ball. This morning... the air is fresh enough to do a little exercise, isn't it? This time I will definitely be able to defeat you." she said confidently.

Even though she said she wanted to exercise in the morning, basically she just wanted to play with me... morning exercise with me, and not going to exercise without me. Really a spoiled little sister...

"I'm sorry, Lisa... I'm in a hurry. There are some important things I have to do. " I replied with a heavy heart.

"Ahhw..." her cheerful face now looked a little disappointed. Her smile curved downward pulled by gravity, "You promised me last night, you remember? You're a foul liar! Promise breaker!" she shouted out in annoyance, but even so, she still looked cute.

"Oh come on, Lisa... are you angry with me?" I asked in a teasing tone. Her face still looks cloudy, though, "Hmmm... how about after lunch, both of us..." I whispered something in her small ear.

"Really?" It seems like this method worked, she returned as usual, "But this time you don't deny your promise again."

"Yes, yes... of course, my dear little sister..." I patted her tiny head, her soft feathers touched my wings.

"Yay...!" With a cheerful shout, she ran back to her favorite place.

'What a troublesome younger sister...' I whispered in my mind,'Well then, back to the main mission!'

I took my bicycle's brake off, stepped on the pedal with all my might, drove on a still-lonely road while crashing into the cold air.

'My first objective is...'

Meanwhile...

3rd person POV

In a small bedroom, there is only one small bed close to the white wall with a floating shelf full of books, and a desk facing the sash-window with its blinds still tightly closed, blocking sunlight in the morning to enter that room. On the bed still lying a female bird with a thick blanket wrapped around her body.

(*knock, knock*)

There was a knock on the sash-window... but the bird still slept soundly, maybe even she didn't feel disturbed at all.

(*knock, knock, knock, knock*)

The knocking sound on the sash-window gets harder and more frequent. Finally, the bird slowly opened her sleepy eyes.

'Who has caused a commotion this morning?' she muttered to herself.

(*knock, knock, knock, knock, knock*)

But the knocking sound did not stop, it became even more...

"Yeah, yeah... wait a minute!" she exclaimed, and began to uncover the blanket that wrapped around her body, and moved from her comfortable bed, stepped into the window.

She opened the curtain. For a moment, she was somewhat shocked by the sudden exposure of the sun to her face which was still not ready to receive the warmth of the morning sun. Her yellow feathers seemed to match the sunshine, making them appear more glittering. She then opened the sash-window by sliding the sash upward, so that it could bring cold air and warm light into her room simultaneously.

Opening the window, she pulled her head out and looking around to find out who had knocked on the glass frame, but considering this room was on the second floor, she lowered her gaze.

"Oh... it's you." she said in a cold tone as cold as that morning, "Why did you come early in the morning like this? What do you want, Alex?"

It turned out that there was a scarlet macaw standing just below her sash-window. The ground he stepped on contained a lot of pebbles, which he used to knock on the window frame by throwing them right into it.

As mentioned by that yellow bird, his name is Alex...

"As usual... your morning greetings are really cold, Emy..." Alex answered the bird above him, named Emy.

"That's because you disturbed my sleep schedule." grumbled Emy, still in a cold tone.

"Oh really? But now the sun has risen, you know?"

"I know... that's why I want to fall asleep on my warm bed."

"Don't say you waited for your mother all night again?"

Emy paused for a moment, after hearing Alex's question that sounded concerned about her, "That's none of your business." she replied coldly.

"Your mother will definitely not go home again this morning, right?" Alex still continued his question...

But suddenly, she answered in a slightly snapped tone, "I told you, that's none of your business!" Her voice created a momentary silence.

Hearing that, Alex couldn't say anything... he chose to be silent while looking at her...

"I'm sorry, but please... tell me what you want, so I can go to bed earlier," Emy continued, after easing her emotions.

"It's... ah..." Alex sighed for a moment, blowing cold air in front of his face, "It's about Hyacinthum G... you have his address, right?"

"Hyacinthum G? That new writer?" Emy confirmed his request once more.

Alex just nodded...

"I do have his address. Wait a minute..." Emy stepped into her room, looking for a sheet of paper between the stack of paper on her desk which is right next to the window, so that Alex can see her rummaging through her desk.

"Here it is..." muttered Emy to herself after finding a sheet of paper, she then looked back at Alex from above, and read what's on it, "1 Birch Ave..." she read it, "That's Hyacinthum G's address... "

"1 Birch Ave?" Alex looked confused, "Where is that?"

"I don't know? That's what was written in the biodata of the writing contest participants yesterday. There is no other specific data here," Emy answered, turning the page once more to confirm it.

"There is no his real name?" Alex asked once more.

"Nope..." she replied briefly.

'1 Birch Ave, huh?' whispered Alex to himself.

"What is this? Why are you suddenly attracted to the author instead of his book?" Emy asked in surprise,"You're such a weird bird... "

"Well, the more interesting the book, the more interesting its writer." Alex replied, "A story written by writers, generally describes their background, right?" he looked at her, smiling confidently.

Emy was silent a thousand words...

"Then, I'll start doing my little investigation." Alex turned and stepped toward his bicycle which was parked under a tree, not far from where he stood, "Thank you for the information..."

"You are welcome..." Emy replied.

Alex climbed on his bicycle, and was about to step on its pedal, before he said something to her...


Chapter 16 : Old Chapters Part 3, Morning Dew


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"Good night, Emy..."

There is one other thing that I forgot to tell you; This past story will be finished in the seventh part, so if according to my rough calculations... we will go back to the main plot in about four weeks (if I have a lot of free time) or six weeks (if I don't have a lot of free time). But I also hope that if my calculation is wrong, and can complete this past story faster than my calculations.

Regardless, thanks for stop by, everyone... That's my fifteenth chapter, I hope you enjoy it.

We'll meet again in my next CoL.

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Moments after Alex disappeared at the crossroads in front of her window's room, she closed the window when suddenly a heavy door slamming sound came from the downstair. That sound made her a little surprised, even so she only let out a long sigh, and still showed her calm face, even though her body couldn't lie... her body trembled in fear...

"Sviesa...! Where are you, damn girl?!" an adult woman's voice was heard some time after the sound of the door slamming.

This makes a peaceful morning, into a chaotic morning...

Emy slowly closed the curtain, and walked towards her room's door. After she opened it and found herself now outside her comfort zone... she saw an adult female bird with the same feathers color as hers, only that her eyes were so red, and her wrinkled eyebrows showed a furious expression on her face. Her cheeks were also red due to her body heat, sweat all over her body causing her clothes to damp. She stood staggering at the bottom of the stairs in a drunken state, staring at Emy like a predator who had found her prey.

"What took you so long?" said that woman angrily.

Emy's non-expressionless face, with her cold gaze fixed on that drunken bird at the bottom of the stairs... she answered in a flat tone...

"I'm sorry, mother... I'll get breakfast ready."