Hey guys... we meet again.

So, here we are... after about two weeks I finished this chapter. And for almost two months, I finished this 'Old Chapters'. I want to thank all of you for giving your review, especially to Alexriolover95 and Fenix139, and also to all readers who still follow this simple story so far. And with this, we'll return to the main plot, and continue Blu and Jewel's story, shall we?

Okay now... happy reading.


Alex's POV

'This is bad...! This is really bad!' I kept repeating those words in my mind,'It's already afternoon!' on a bicycle with a high enough speed to make my feathers such a messy scarlet feathers due to the afternoon breeze has begun to come pouring on this cold land in the summer.

'Geez... why when the afternoon came, the highway became very crowded?' I grumbled, stopping at the crossroads with traffic lights, seeing the flow of vehicles starting to fill the highway in front of me.

In fact, this morning the highway was very quiet, there were almost no vehicles passing by... but still, half a day is not a short time... about seven hours I sat quietly outside Hyacinthum's room, without doing anything. The atmosphere there was too comfortable and nice for me, which made my body too lazy to move because of it.

'Why is this traffic light always on red?' I was still grumbling, staring at the traffic light that's still on red, because it was almost five minutes I waited impatiently for the green light to show up.

I think summer holidays have arrived in this city, more precisely 'this city' is just as worthy as the resting area of tourists who are passing through this small town, and not as a tourist attraction. Indeed, in this city has a lake in the east that is so beautiful, and has a variety of nice and comfortable campgrounds around the city. But still, now is summer, tourists tend to prefer warmth... even so, not a few tourists who want to camp around Moosehead Lake to enjoy its beauty, and sparkling night by the glow of fireflies and starlight around the lake, moreover, those sparkling lights are reflected by its surface.

It's really amazing, that's why I can enjoy the view of the lake all day without getting bored...

But this case is different, I have to go home quickly... I don't have much time to laze around staring at the lake all day. I have to go back to my room, to my desk, and grab my pencil to pour everything in my mind, my heart, and my soul. Because, he... even though his house was very close to the lake, he wasn't shaky at all when he sat on his chair, writing his chapter.

This summer vacation, I have decided to stay at home, write and write more...

'Yes... finally!' my gaze, that never turned away from the traffic lights in front of me, aware of the change in the traffic lights that had turned green. I, who was in the forefront, immediately drove my bicycle as fast as I could to leave the motorized vehicles behind me, and crossed this crowded highway, 'I want to write my own chapter soon!'

Well, at first I intended like that... but it wasn't that easy. Because, when I arrived at home...

"What made you so long ?!"

A little red feathered guard, stood in front of the house porch... with a red face as red as her feather, she seemed to be holding back her anger.

"Sorry... it turns out that it takes more time than I thought." I answered in a plain tone.

"You don't even come to lunch with me, aren't you feel hungry?" that little guard still grumbling, and nagging me with her annoyed face.

"You can have lunch that have prepared by mom, can't you? Don't worry about your brother... you can have lunch without me, can't you?" I kept saying my innocent tone, trying to calm that little guard's temperament... my little sister who was holding back her disappointment.

"Right... but... the taste of the food is different if without you..." her disappointed face now looked sad.

"You... hah... what do you think I am? A cook? I can't even cook an omelet, you know... well, not for now... hehehe..." I stepped closer to her, slowly patting her tiny head,"Well now, you don't have to feel lonely anymore... I'll be in my room, writing the continuation of your favorite chapters."

My little sister just stares at my face with her big eyes...

"This is my promise... you will be the first reader before my story is published." I began to whisper in her ear, "So I beg you, don't tell my story to..."

I haven't had the chance to finish my whispered promise to her when my little sister did something that was truly unexpected to me...

"Get away from me...!" my little sister, Lisa, she lifted her wings, and pushed my face from her ears, and stepped back. Her mood got worse,"Why from yesterday you can only promise and promise... even your promise this morning is impossible for you to fulfill it, aren't you?! Why do you always think about writing and writing your silly chapters...?!"

"Lisa... I..." I couldn't continue my words, when I caught a glimpse of tears starting to flow from her right eye.

"You promise breaker... I hate you, brother!" and that was the last words that came out of the beak of my little sister who was now really angry with me. After that, she walked into the house with heavy steps on the floor of our house.

'Haahh... I see, that was the second time she said if she hates me...' I said to myself, taking a deep breath when I saw my little sister enter the house.

I really can't blame her because of her spoiled nature towards me. Both of our parents are busy with their work, even on summer holidays like this. It must be hard for her to grow up without feeling the family's affection by her side... moreover, both of our parents left for work almost in the early hours of normal days, and early in the morning if on holiday days like this, so we sometimes can have breakfast together like family in general... even so, they rarely have time for both of us.

It must be hard for my little sister, who was left by her parents since seven in the morning, and also by me this morning... I think for now she needs time to be alone...

A few minutes later, I found myself sitting on my chair, looking to my left where the window of my room was. A window facing the expanse of trees as far as the eye could see...

I can't think clearly... my mind is always thinking about my little sister who is now in her room, shutting herself up. Because when I looked into the dining room, she completely didn't touched her lunch our mother had prepared for me and for her. Our lunch is still neatly arranged on the dining table...

'I think if I fill my stomach a little, it will help clear my mind.' I thought, and I immediately moved from my chair, walked downstairs, to the dining room...

A few minutes later...

"Lisa... you haven't eaten your lunch, have you?" I stood in front of my little sister's closed room carrying a tray of lunch. Her room was right under my room that's in the upstairs, "If you don't eat your lunch, you will fall sick, you know..."

And there's no answer at all...

"Well then... I put your lunch in front of your room, yes..." I raised my tone, hoping she could hear me. I put the tray containing her lunch in front of her closed room, so she could easily take it herself.

'I think for now, she needs time to be alone.' I thought, and returned to walking up the stairs, to my room with a thick sandwich in my wings.

After a few minutes passed... after I ate my lunch. I again found myself sitting back on my chair, with a desk filled with sheets of paper like his desk.

'Room temperature... check. Current weather... check. Stationery... check. Time... check. Idea... check. Motivation... check. Inspiration... check.'

I have completed the procedure for writing my new chapter.

'Oh yes, one more thing... cheating method... check.'

All preparations have been completed, and now is the time to fight using pencils as weapons and words as a cannon over the battlefield that I call paper... prepare yourself, Hyacinthum G...!

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About a year later...

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I never thought, one year after the writing competition in the summer had passed. It was the spring breeze that was now engulfing Moose Lake, while carrying a flower fever. After the residents of this small town suffered from a fever caused by frozen air to pierce our heart and lungs... now, it was the fragrant blossoms of flowers in the melted snow that stabbed our lungs with their fragrance. The flowers that began to show their existence after hibernating for more than three months, have now begun to color the white snow that remains in the branches of trees around the courtyard of the magnificent building in the city center which they call the Magna House.

Right... now is the time... a national-level writing contest that happens to be being held in this small town. Unlike the previous contest, this was only held once every three years, the national level contest they called, 'Literatura Contest,' has been recognized as a succeed writing contest in producing, and found many of the best and talented contestants in all of North America, which will become world-class writer.

In contrast to last year's writing contest, only children can participate. Now the levels are different, all ages, all genders, so the point is all North Americans can participate in this contest. It's really a battlefield that fits perfectly with my burning mood like now...

"Damn... he's only one step away from me!" I grumbled while looking at the jury's decision, three days after our script was handed over to them.

I stand comfortably without needing to jostle with other contestants because this result have been installed almost two hours ago. Of course, after two hours passed the other contestants had left the hall of this building. The contestants, mostly adults, overwhelmed me to break into the adult crowd, and see the result. Two hours have passed... meaning it's almost evening, the sun has begun to hide in the western horizon.

Freely, I can now see the results, 'Just one more again...'

And still, Hyacinthum G, who is at the top of the list of winners, while I am one place below him. Even though I experienced a slight increase from a year ago, I still don't feel satisfied if I see his name above my name. Even at the national level, he still remains invincible...

"Not bad... getting second place at the national level." a cold comment, that was very familiar in my ear, was heard, "You really experienced an increase, huh?" Emy, a bird with her feathers color that is camouflaged with the color of the twilight sky today.

"No!" I answered firmly, "I still can't beat him... he is still above me. I still can't reach him... "

"You're really a naive bird..." continued Emy's comment, who was standing beside me.

"Shut up..." I muttered, looking at her, "By the way, what about you?"

"What?"

"Of course, your result."

"See for yourself."

I really didn't expect it... Emy really dropped dramatically over this past year. She occupies seventh place...

"Did something happen?" I asked, after seeing that shocking result.

"I've no idea what you mean." she responded as if she knew nothing, but from her eyes I could tell if she was hiding something...

"I indeed haven't read your story this time, but there's no way you can get results like this." I continued, explaining the purpose of my previous question.

"You're really a weird bird. Result is result... result is absolute... result is reality... and what's in front of you is my result... the result of my hard work." she replied, in a cold tone,"Result never lie..."

'Well... but you're lying, aren't you?' that's what I want to say to her, but I know where this conversation is going to be if I say that question. So, I'd better just keep quiet...

"Oh, I see..." that was my real response, "Oh yes... I haven't seen Hyacinthum G since this afternoon. Have you seen him? Has he seen the result?" as usual, I then changed the subject.

"He's gone home." Emy answered, with an expressionless face and flat tone, "He said if he didn't need to see the result because he already knew what the result would be."

"The heck is that? Why is he so confident in his book? He even seemed like an arrogant bird." I replied, raising my tone.

After a year passed, it was the same... he didn't change at all. He is still a loner writer, he never even saw other writers behind him. He continued to move forward on his own, without thinking about the circumstances of those who were behind him. He only cares for himself, and reluctant to wait for those who are left behind far away from him... 'Damn... how can I launch my punch on his face if he always disappears like this.'

"But unfortunately..." Emy began speaking again, "Even though now he still occupies the first position in the writing contest, I really don't like his new book..."

"Huh?"

I really didn't understand, what made her dislike his book. It's true that I've read his new book... Sci-Fi genre stories are common, accompanied by the genre of Action, and Romance. Those are the genres most often used by writers in this world. I don't think there are irregularities in his story, the plot, characters, action scenes look perfect to me, with the proportion of romance that is not too excessive, but why... Emy's face seemed to show disappointment. I'm quite sure she has read his book.

"What do you mean, Emy?" I asked, hoping she would describe her review of Hyacinthum G's new book from her perspective.

"Do you think, how do you write your book to get first place?" but she started the explanation by asking first.

"Well, at least... you have to write an interesting plot, perfect characters and a unique background." I replied, somewhat hesitantly.

"Right... then what about the writing system?" she asked again.

"You have to place the correct punctuation marks, such as commas, dots, colons, quotation marks, etc., including capital letters. In other words, your writing system must be standard." I continued.

"Right... in the contrast from last year's contest, this time is a national writing contest. All decisions are in the hands of the juries, and their results are absolute, cannot be contested." she began to explain what was behind her question, "The contest last year was rated based on the readers, It was the juries who approved the results, so that the number one book became number one among readers. There are no limits... you can write as freely as you want... ballad-like story of Hyacinthum G much liked by readers, so his book became number one."

I was like starting to understand what she meant... as I thought, after I read his new book, I felt something different...

"His new book seemed stiff... there is no feeling that flowed in every word. I actually feel like reading a textbook rather than a story. Although it looks perfect, but... his new book seems too perfect as if it was written by a machine or robot that has no feeling at all." Emy continued.

I remember... two hours ago... before Hyacinthum G disappeared in the crowd of people talking about him. Unfortunately, that was not a positive thing...

"Hyacinthum G's book is get the first place again, huh?"

"Well, that's natural because he is the son of Anicius G..."

"A doll of Anicius G... his own mother's doll..."

"He's really a literary bird... like a machine."

"I bet, his mother who wrote the story for him... he only contributed a name."

"He is indeed a multiple personality writer..."

Those were the words that came out of the envious birds, who stood behind hm... a writer who would later get the nickname 'multiple personality writer.' There was even a rumor circulating that Hyacinthum G didn't really make his own story, and only rely on his mother.

Even though they don't know the reality, he worked so hard in writing his most beautiful chapter,'This is strange? Why do I feel so upset at their nonsense?'

Then...

"Here you are..."

We heard the voice of an adult female bird from behind us in a quiet building hall. Our ears didn't feel strange with that voice. A voice... that has guided both of us for almost three years.

The two of us looked behind, and saw a slender and tall female owl, with a round, fat face... a small, short beak... with big eyes... a gray-white feathers. She is Aryna, a novelist and also our editor. From the age of seven, I had been taught about the world of literature by her, whereas one year later... Emy only appeared after the two of us met on the shore of the lake that day.

"You supposed to return an hour ago..." she said, with a little gasping,"Didn't you have done seeing the result?"

"Well... indeed, two hours ago the result were installed... but we couldn't see it at all due to the overwhelming crowds of adults." I gave her a reason, calmly.

"I see..." responded Aryna, after taking a deep breath.

"Besides, why did you follow us here?" Emy asked.

"Why? Of course... because it's almost night."

And after Aryna mentioned that... we just realized that the sun had completely disappeared from the sky above us. Around the Magna House was completely quiet, and there was no one else except the three of us.

"Let's go home." continued Aryna, showed her car key, giving a signal if we have to go with her to ride her car.

The three of us walked out of the building's hall, and looked at the orange sky that was starting to blacken. The crescent has begun to appear in the southwest horizon, with several stars starting to appear to glow in this bluish orange sky. And Moose Lake, still become a cold city when night falls. When it's summer, evenings are pretty cold, especially now that it's the beginning of spring... lots of snow on the roads and sidewalks haven't melted, there is even some snow that still visibles between the branches.

A few minutes later, Emy and I were in the car. We both sat in the back seat, while she drove her white sedan. As I thought, in the car... it is more comfortable than outside, because the car heater is often turned on during seasons like this.

"Aryna..." I started talking in this comfortable car, "Do you know anything about Hyacinthum G?"

"Hyacinthum G? Son of Anicius G?" Aryna asked back to clarify my question.

I just nodded...

While driving her car, Aryna began to answer, "Not much... but his mother used to be my classmate, because we studied at the same university. After all, the son of Anicius G is a great writer, isn't he? Last year, his book got the first rank in the Moose Lake writing contest, and now in the national writing contest."

"Have you read his entire book?" I asked again.

"Of course... f and his new book... 'Melted Snow in the Lake'."

"What do you think of those books?"

"Well... if his book titled f is more like a ballad I think. Not just a story, but like a poem. Although the plot is rather complicated, the readers are impressed with the style of the language, and the words of the characters. If his new one... how do I explain it?" Aryna paused for a moment, her eyes closed for about five seconds, trying to express what was on her mind with the words, "Perfect... the plot, characters, diction, everything is perfect... that's what I think about his new book."

"Oh..." as I expected, Aryna would say like that...

"But... if it's too perfect, it seems monotonous and inflexible." Aryna continued,"Right, Emy?"

I could see Aryna's big eyes staring at Emy through her rearview mirror...

Emy who heard it didn't respond immediately, but paused for a moment, "Yes..."

"But still... the son of Anicius G is indeed full of surprises, eh? In just a year, his writing style changed."Aryna continued, when we arrived at a crossroads, she took a left direction and arrived under a large, shady tree with a snow that still has not melted.

Nothing wrong... this is my house...

I got out of Aryna's car and thanked her for taking me home safely and comfortably, especially when in her car. Now there are only Emy and Aryna in the car. I think they both will definitely talk about something serious.

'Change, eh...?' I muttered to myself, walking across the road to my house, after Aryna's white sedan had disappeared at a crossroads,'Speaking of change... my little sister has also changed a little lately.'

Lisa... my little sister. Lately, she often confined herself to her room, and only came out if she was going to dinner with our parents... it's not often, though.

'Is she still angry with me?' I introspected myself, remembering the mistake I made a year ago.

"I'm home." I opened the door, after arriving at the porch of the house, and found that tonight, my house had no change at all... still as usual. The lights inside my house were lit, and the darkness surrounding this house disappeared, "Lisa? Where are you?"

I walked down the hallway to the back of the house, where the dining room and kitchen were. When I took a few steps before arriving in the dining room, I could smell the delicious aroma coming from the kitchen, 'Is mom already home?' that was the first question that crossed my mind, when I smell this delicious aroma, because in this house the only one who can cook is my mother. But apparently, my guess is wrong...

"Huh? Lisa? What are you doing?" my little sister stood in front of the stove wearing our mother's apron. The stove lights up, with Teflon on it, and a spatula in her right wing.

"Oh... you've come home." Lisa said, looking at me, "I'm cooking omelette. You must be hungry, right? You sit down first while waiting for it to finish, okay?" she continued, smiling at me... then refocused on her cooking.

No... she hasn't changed at all. She is still my cute little sister, even so, I can find out something that is hidden by her... behind that smile...


Chapter 19 : Old Chapters Part 6, Changed Script


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"Okay... thanks, Lisa..."

And done...

That's quite a long chapter, eh? Nearly five thousand words, because I insisted on completing this 'Old Chapters' in the sixth part. Sorry if it's a bit boring, and makes your eyes tired. But I hope you enjoy this last chapter of 'Old Chapters'.

Thanks for stop by everyone... I'll see you again in the main plot.

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Hyacinthum G... a multiple personality writer. All the characters he made were perfect, plots were perfectly planned, his writing style were amazing... he deserved to be called the son of Anicius G.

That's what most people would say if asked to describe about him...

I've never seen him since Literatura Contest, his books are now at a different level from us. His first and second books, have been copied into almost a hundred languages in the world, with copies of those books that is close to one million... a very fantastic number for a young writer like him who's still a child. After his success at Literatura Contest, many of the editors asked him for help... to signed their contracts to publish his books in certain editors... from America, Europe to Asia... he had all connections with book publishing companies all over the world.

Indeed, Emy with me has also experienced an increase since the Literatura Contest, we still attend writing competitions, sign our respective contracts, and have our own readers. But our books cannot compete with his perfect books...

I craved him so much... a role model for me. But he never saw my existence behind his back, and continued to step forward leaving me alone in despair to pursue him...

Three years passed, and he increasingly became a famous writer, after the publication of his twelfth book, the seventh volume... the story of an orphan who would become the most feared hitman in the world. This book continued to the eighth volume which was supposed to be published at his thirteen age, in the fall...

But... during that interval, a terrible incident happened to him...

In the spring, his mother passed away, two months before the publication of his book... of course it was a hard blow for Hyacinthum G. But that was not what I meant by 'that terrible' incident, but afterwards... after his mother's funeral. Hyacinthum G... supposedly hurt a little girl in that flowery season. 'Bloody flower incident', which were widely mentioned in newspapers and television. The news that spread quickly, provided an advantage for Hyacinthum G haters to get rid of him, in order to reduce the number of their rivals. And a week after the incident, Hyacinthum G, without any news from him... he stopped writing...

Instantly... my reason for writing also disappeared. My target that suddenly disappeared in the middle of this dark path, made me lost on this dark path without knowing the direction to go home, and headed where this dark path was. For the first time in my life, I felt what was called emptiness... didn't know what am I supposed to do with my chapters that scattered on my desk, even though my intention was to use them as my weapon to defeat him, but now... he's gone.

Three years passed, after Hyacinthum G stopped writing... after the world forgot about him, and almost all of his books were dusty in storage sheds in almost all bookstores... after his chapters sank to the bottom of the dark ocean...

The most exciting news I've ever heard... Hyacinthum G is back. That's what Aryna said, at her house... when Emy and I were preparing to take part in a prestigious writing competition in Europe.

"What?! Do you want to cancel your competition in Europe?" Aryna was surprised after hearing my statement...

In the front room, with large windows overlooking the lake that glittered under the twilight sky... two days before the art exhibition at the Magna House begins...

"Yes... I want my book to be sent to an art exhibition at the Magna House tomorrow." I explained my intentions with a confident look.

"What's this all of a sudden?" asked Emy who was sitting next to me, with her face still as usual... an expressionless face.

"Hey... don't pretend if you don't know it yet." I replied with a slight tone teasing her,"Even though your face rarely shows expression, I know if you're so happy right now, aren't you? The return of Hyacinthum G certainly makes you happy a little."

Emy turned her face away from me, and looked at the window, seeing the sparkle of the lake blending with the color of her feathers. At first glance, I could see the smile she was hiding, "Well, I can't do anything about it. I will also cancel my competition in Europe and send my book to the art exhibition."

"Finally, you gave up." I commented.

"Shu-shut up..." Emy grumbled.

"But why? Though this is your chance to introduce your books to the world." Aryna apparently still doesn't understand both of us, even though she has taught us for years,"Art exhibitions like that, you can participate it again in the futue. Instead, that chance is very rare."

"Forgive us, Aryna..." I smiled at her, "Our aim for writing is just to defeat him, and make him acknowledge our existence. It is precisely for us... this kind of opportunity is very rare and so valuable. The return of Hyacinthum G... we have been waiting for him for three years."

Aryna responded with a long sigh, stopped for a moment, then smiled at us both, "You two are really stubborn. Well, if you insist... I will inform this to the art exhibition committee."

"Thanks... Aryna!" I exclaimed gratefully.

Aryna nodded, then walked out of the front room, pressing her cellphone button to tell this to the art exhibition committee as she said just now.

Stars have begun to appear on my dark path... and my target is visible again. I'll make sure, my attack hits him...

The next day, the day before the art exhibition at the Magna House began. Emy and I left for the magnificent building in the center of the city. It was in this building that we last competed with Hyacinthum G six years ago, and for six years this building has had no change at all, let alone the famous cold black marble floor.

After we submitted our book, Emy with me agreed to wait for Hyacinthum G at the very end of the stairs leading to the main hall in this building...

"Look... Hyacinthum G. He has come." Emy who stood beside me whispered to me.

"Right... he has grown up, eh?" I replied, whispering, "He's not a child anymore."

I saw him, Hyacinthum G... after all these years. He is at the bottom of the stairs along with three birds that have the same feather color as him. I think they are his friends,'I see... now, he's no longer a loner writer...' I muttered to myself.

Three years is not a short time... I was really surprised by his changes that looked very striking in my eyes. His gaze were no longer empty like three years ago, but his face had no change at all... a face that I could never forget.

He began to step... walking up this marble staircase. For the first time, he was the first to see the two of us with his gloomy brown eyes, but his face showed confusion...

"Long time no see... Hyacinthum G..." I greeted him first when he arrived at the end of the stairs. He stopped and looked at us both with his confused face...

But unfortunately... as I thought...

"Ah... sorry, but... who are you?"

He doesn't remember both of us...