The Village Hidden In The Rain の小説・ストーリー

It sounds like two hungry animals are fighting for dominance. Cautiously, I took two slow steps towards that noise and witnessed that Rakesh and Emiem were kissing, hungrily. I don't know whether to be happy nor sad. Why him? Of all people why him? How the hell he got that syringe? Not wanting to reveal myself there, I turned my back and headed back to my cabin. The only source I have with mine is "The Hidden Secrets" and I have read it many times but couldn't able to find any new things as some of the words on pages 14 and 15 were a blur as someone caused this purposely.

“But it felt good to fight like that again.” “Oh?” Iwaoka gave a pointy grin, “Then next time I’ll try to leave more for you.” ~O~O~O~ A few days later the two Knights arrived to the mountain top inn. Below a valley sprawled, lush with summer greenery and a snaking river at its center. Wispy clouds drifted on the wind, shadowing the ground underneath. Each water droplet scattered light in tiny, faint rainbows that were only visible to the Knight’s eyes. A small village was nestled in between the foliage; roof tops thatched with yellowed straw. Like ants, the people went about their daily routines.

Emmie huddled closer to the horse for warmth as the sheeting rain fell in buckets around her, soaking her clothes. The rain came earlier than expected, and as she and Gabe searched through the small village for a place to stay, the town seemed too busy closing their shops for the night to help the two weary—and drenched—strangers.

Inside, his crew clung to the handrails, adrenaline pumping. “Sombra Azul up ahead!” one of them barked. Grinch didn’t answer. His eyes were locked on the path, his jaw clenched. The village emerged ahead in eerie silence—weather-worn buildings scattered like forgotten relics, fences broken and boarded windows . He slammed the brakes. Dust billowed around them as the van screeched to a halt. He stepped out slowly, scanning the surroundings. Doors were slammed shut, curtains drawn hastily. The village, colonized by illiteracy, recoiled in fear.

When we reach the top of the hill, I turn back to the village, plopping down on my ass with a dramatic sigh. “This is what I wanted you to see.” He stands beside me for several moments before sitting down a few feet away, his eyes reflecting in the moonlight. Silverhide sprawls out in a wash of soft, flickering amber light and raised stone buildings nestled in fields of wheat and barley that shimmer in the light of the moon. The mountains rise around the village, the highest peaks still topped with snow, and above them? Stars fan out across the night sky in shades of the purest white to the richest blue. Violet waves of light dance against the backdrop of stars like ribbons of silk.

The solemn pair rode with quiet determination, pondering the implications of recent events. By late in the day they were approaching a small village. Keyla recalled passing it on their way to the plains, though if it had a name she did not know. Rain drops began falling shortly before they reached the outskirts of the settlement. As they drew near, Keyla frowned. It was very quiet, and there was no visible activity. The village was not large, but she could not imagine every inhabitant would be indoors, even in the moderate rainfall. She felt a shiver of unease. Taiya eyed her with wary eyes. Clearly she felt the same. With great caution, they slowly rode past the first outlying homes. A mome

Branka’s POV Tears clouded my eyes as I ran with all of my might through the woods. It's been a while since I have been making a run for it trying to evade the predators that were coming after me. Wiping the tears off, since I did not have the time to gloat about tears now, I increased my speed as if it were even possible. These woods have become familiar over the past few years since the sick game of the rich people in this pack came to them. I could hear their snicker and laughter as their paws and feet pounded on the floor of the woods.

The rain had always been a perfect shade for me. It drowned out the noise of the world — the gossip, the expectations, the loneliness. Standing by the café window, I watched droplets slide down the glass like tiny dancers. I wasn’t expecting love. Not today, not ever. I was waiting for the rain to stop so I could go home to my quiet apartment — and the quiet ache that had lived there for years. “Then suddenly appeared a mysterious creature”

The mountain did not care if the rains came or failed; it simply existed, vast and eternal, making the lives playing out in its shadow feel infinitely small. Down in the foothills, where the air was thick with humidity and the chirping of crickets began to rise against the encroaching dark, the village of Marangu sat nestled among banana groves and coffee trees. It was a place of quiet rhythms, where the day ended when the sun dipped below the horizon. Near the very edge of this settlement, separated from the main cluster of homes by an overgrown patch of elephant grass that hissed in the breeze, stood a single msonge.