FAZER LOGINHalloween can be a scream, the trick or treaters ultimate dream, on a dark, dreary night. When the dead start rising, therefore surprising, making them take flight. Goblins and ghouls are no fools, your demise they will incite. Before darkness turns to light and rid this terrible fright, read the writings on the rune, about the Curse Of The Hallow Moon.
Ver maisDi Kerajaan Chu, Kota Tianyong, Keluarga Jing.
Dahi Jing Qiuxue dipenuhi keringat, seolah-olah dia sangat kesakitan, namun dia masih mempertahankan ketenangan dan keteguhan hatinya. Di bawah langit malam, cahaya bintang dari atas Cakrawala terus menyinari Jing Qiuxue, menonjolkan sosoknya yang ramping dan kulit putih yang samar terlihat di balik pakaiannya yang basah oleh keringat. Namun, Lin Tian tidak berniat menikmati pemandangan indah itu. “Pegang teguh hatimu yang asli. Rasa sakit hanyalah pikiran. Kosongkan dirimu, bayangkan dirimu sebagai peri cantik yang melayang di Sungai Bintang Sembilan Surga, menonton pemandangan bintang yang indah bagaikan mimpi. Adapun rasa sakit, itu akan berlalu seperti mimpi.” Suara Lin Tian lembut, terbawa angin ke telinga Jing Qiuxue, menyebabkan getaran tubuhnya mereda perlahan. Ketika tubuh Jing Qiuxue mulai tenang, Lin Tian mengeluarkan sembilan jarum perak dan menusukkannya ke kepala Jing Qiuxue. “Ah…” Jing Qing, yang berada tak jauh dari sana, hampir berteriak kaget. Ia menutup mulutnya dengan tangan mungilnya, menatap tindakan berani Lin Tian, lalu menatap kakaknya, Jing Qiuxue. “Arahkan kekuatan bintang ke dalam tubuhmu, biarkan mengalir melalui meridianmu, dan segel ke dalam gerbang bintang.” Suara Lin Tian seperti mimpi, terus bergema di telinga Jing Qiuxue, membuat kekuatan bintang terserap ke dalam tubuhnya dan menyebar ke seluruh sistemnya. “Kembalilah ke dalam kehampaan. Kau sekarang adalah sebuah kesadaran. Temukan bintang yang kau suka dan gabungkan kesadaranmu di dekatnya.” Suara Lin Tian membawa kekuatan hipnotis. Perlahan, di atas kepala Jing Qiuxue, sesosok hantu mengembun, seekor bangau emas dengan sayap lebar dan aura anggun yang dahsyat. Mata Jing Qing melebar. Itu adalah Jiwa Bintang… Kakaknya benar-benar akan memadatkan Jiwa Bintang. “Sisanya terserah padamu,” gumam Lin Tian, wajah mudanya memancarkan kesungguhan. Cahaya bintang bersinar dari tubuh Jing Qiuxue. Akhirnya, dengan suara bangau yang melengking, bangau emas itu berkuasa, memancarkan kekuatan bintang yang mengerikan. Mata Jing Qiuxue terbuka, seterang bintang. “Dia berhasil!” Jing Qing melompat kegirangan, lalu memeluk Lin Tian dan berseru tak jelas, “Kak Tian, Kakak benar-benar berhasil!” Saat itu, ia tanpa ragu mencium pipi Lin Tian. Lin Tian ikut tersenyum, senyum cerah dan polos, jauh berbeda dari keseriusan sebelumnya. “Bintang dari Surga ke berapa?” tanya Lin Tian. “Surga Ketiga.” Jing Qiuxue tersenyum, senyum yang indah dan cemerlang. Di usia enam belas tahun, ia adalah salah satu dari empat wanita cantik Kota Tianyong sekaligus Nona Muda Keluarga Jing. “Surga Ketiga! Kakak memadatkan Jiwa Bintang dari Surga Ketiga pada percobaan pertama! Berarti dia bisa memadatkan Jiwa Bintang kedua dan ketiga dengan mudah! Hebat! Aku akan memberi tahu Ayah!” Jing Qing tampak lebih bahagia dari kakaknya. “Tidak perlu.” Seorang pria paruh baya berjalan mendekat. Ia adalah Jing Qingsong, ayah Jing Qing dan Jing Qiuxue. Tangannya bergetar ringan saat menatap putrinya, “Qiu Xue, kau sudah bekerja keras.” “Ayah, kalau bukan karena Kak Tian, Kakak mungkin tidak bisa memadatkan Jiwa Bintang.” Jing Qing berseru. Jing Qingsong menatap Lin Tian dan tersenyum, “Tian, kamu juga sudah bekerja keras hari ini. Istirahatlah. Qiu Xue dan aku pergi dulu.” “Baik, Paman Jing,” jawab Lin Tian. Sejak pertunangan Keluarga Lin dan Keluarga Jing tiga tahun lalu, Jing Qingsong sering mengundangnya tinggal di rumah keluarga. “Qing’er, ikut Ayah. Jangan ganggu Kak Tian-mu.” Namun Jing Qing menjulurkan lidah. “Kenapa Ayah tak memaksa Kakak ipar pulang hari ini? Aku mau bicara dengan Kak Tian. Ayah dan Kakak pergilah dulu.” Jing Qingsong hanya bisa menghela napas dan pergi bersama Jing Qiuxue. “Jiwa Bintang Kakak berasal dari Langit Ketiga. Ayah pasti akan menemui para tetua. Aku tidak mau ikut.” ucap Jing Qing setelah mereka pergi. “Kak Tian, aku tak percaya sebelumnya, tapi kau benar-benar melakukannya. Kau melarang Kakak menyerap Qi Asal Langit dan Bumi, dan tak membiarkannya memadatkan Jiwa Bintang lebih awal. Itu semua demi hari ini?” “Jika dia menyerap Qi Asal Langit dan Bumi, meridian dan titik akupunturnya akan berisi Qi itu, yang akan meningkatkan persepsi terhadap kekuatan bintang, tetapi mengurangi peluang memadatkan Jiwa Bintang.” Lin Tian berbaring sambil menatap langit berbintang. “Kebanyakan orang menyerap Qi Asal Langit dan Bumi sambil merasakan bintang-bintang. Dengan begitu, meski gagal jadi Penggarap Takdir Bela Diri, mereka masih bisa jadi Praktisi Bela Diri. Tapi metode Kak Tian adalah bertaruh semua demi memadatkan Jiwa Bintang. Kalau gagal, hasilnya fatal…” Jing Qing duduk di samping Lin Tian. “Qing’er, berapa jenis Jiwa Bintang yang pernah kau dengar?” tanya Lin Tian. “Sedikit. Kota Tianyong tak banyak yang memadatkan Jiwa Bintang. Bagaimana dengan Kak Tian?” “Di Sungai Bintang Sembilan Surga ada Bintang Takdir Bela Diri tak terhitung jumlahnya. Setiap bintang memiliki jenis Jiwa Bintang sendiri.” Jiwa Bintang Singa memberikan kekuatan buas; Jiwa Bintang Mata Surgawi meningkatkan penglihatan dan persepsi; Jiwa Bintang Tempa mengubah seseorang menjadi pandai besi kuat; Jiwa Bintang Mimpi Agung memungkinkan kultivasi dalam mimpi, dan seterusnya. “Berkultivasi dalam mimpi… sungguh ajaib,” gumam Jing Qing. “Benua ini sangat luas. Di dunia luar, banyak ahli memiliki banyak Jiwa Bintang. Mereka bisa terbang dan menembus bumi. Mereka adalah para penguasa. Praktisi biasa hanyalah semut. Jika tak bisa menjadi Penggarap Takdir Bela Diri… hidup tak berarti.” Mata Lin Tian bersinar dengan tekad.Asa SwiftAsa Swift is a police officer in Indianapolis and has been in law enforcement for thirty-four years. He is married to his wife Janet and they have three sons. Ready for something new and having a creative side, he took to writing horror, his favorite genre of books and movies. Born in Hartford, Indiana, despite getting a late start in writing, he improves every day. Swift enjoys fishing, firearms, cooking and his grandchildren, and of course, HORROR! As a means of continue writing, he keeps his grandparents close to his heart and mind for always encouraging him to not give up.Brandon Ebinger Brandon Ebinger is a horror/dark fantasy author who lives in upstate New York with his fiancé and two cats. He holds a BA in creative writing. He enjoys horror films,Gothic rock and punk music and video games. He is a huge fan of haunted attractions, and spends October as a haunt actor. Brandon
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