The Village Hidden In The Rain 소설 & 이야기

Immediatly they arrived infront of the house, they hooped out and were about to make a step forward they heard a MASSIVE BOOM and BLAST sound filled the entire universe And carried them on their fits and flog them away like papers They hit themselves far away on the ground.. After which the was total silence but the rain kept falling as places got darker.. They struggled and got up..looked at eachother knowingly and rushed to the area ❣....❣ To be continued...

Wala siyang maramdaman kahit ano at maging ang paningin at ang pandinig niya ay unti unting lumalabo na rin. Napatingala siya sa langit kung saan patuloy na pumapatak ang ulan sa kaniyang mukha. Pinilit niyang iangat o igalaw ang kamay niya ngunit ni katiting eh wala siyang maramdaman kahit na isa. Ah, the rain is here and I'm sure that he'll be here any minute.. but I guess.. I won't be here anymore. Saka niya ipinikit ang mata niya ng dahan dahan.

Rieska finally broke her silence. Eleand jumped from the saddle using his wind magic. He held out his hand to assist the queen. Rieska smiled, and in just a blink, she stood beside him. He just scratched his head, thinking his stupidity. He reminded himself again. She was the Ancient Queen, not a typical damsel in distress. THE sight of small structures line in parallel struck his eyes. It looked like residential dwellings made of clay. It appears like a desert hut that could withstand a sandstorm—a small village amidst the desert.

Liora stood barefoot in the rain, her small hands raised to the clouds. The wind howled around her, the rain falling in sheets — yet none of it touched her. A golden shimmer surrounded her like a veil. She began to hum — a slow, steady rhythm. > thrum … silence … thrum … silence … The storm hesitated. The waves softened. Within minutes, the rain eased into gentle drizzle. When the villagers returned, the sea was calm again. They called it a miracle. Her mother called it terrifying. That night, Liora dreamed of fire and moonlight —

Their roots burrowed deep, intertwining with the land itself as if whispering secrets of a time before memory. Nestled in this paradise was the village—huts woven from sturdy reeds and clay, their roofs sloped to repel the seasonal rains. Fires flickered in the distance, casting long shadows across the jungle floor. The night hummed with the symphony of chirping insects and distant howls of unseen creatures.

~ ONE MONTH LATER ~ ~ A M E L I A ~ By some crazy miracle, I did it. I found the village. It proved to be more difficult to find than I had hoped. Nonetheless, I was here! Langdale - the name given to this village to be able to hide in plain sight, concealing their true identity from the outside world full of humans. A genius move made by whoever was in charge way back when the village, and more specifically the pack, was still growing.

“Michelle, what village is that? We don't know where it is... is it safe?” She shook her head no, with an effort that broke my heart. “She... she'll know...” “She...?” “Marilyn...” she whispered. “She'll know what to do. She always does...” Her gaze was lost for a moment. “She's the only one... I trust.” She seemed to want to say something else, but she didn't have the strength. I leaned closer, and she whispered. “Amari's Wood... The hidden village... behind the northern mountains... The fork with the iron marker... Follow it, and ask the locals... they'll tell you where to go until you get there.”

They exchanged a fleeting glance—intensity weaving through the air like invisible threads. “I’ve always been adaptable,” Amelia deflected, uncomfortable with the implications, shaking off the doubt that threatened to take root. But before she could ponder further, their eyes caught the movement just ahead—a break in the trees revealing a stunning sight. There it stood: a hidden village of crumbling stone structures, almost completely reclaimed by the jungle’s feral embrace. Ancient symbols carved into stone archways matched those on their map, hinting at the wealth of history surrounding them. It was breathtaking—a momentary gasp escaped Amelia’s lips as she took in the beauty obscured by ti

"You like that don't you? See? We weren't that bad." He didn't say a word, just stood up and started walking. He didn't retaliate but I saw that small smile as he stride away. ________ The green meadows, dancing of the leaves with the rythmm of the breeze filled my heart with calmness. This could be a picture of a perfect village. Who would have thought that this was indeed a refuge. Yes, everyone here were striving to survive, to continue to exist. They were the last of their kind. And maybe, there were some out there, hiding, afraid to get involve with the war that's going on.

Getting down from the bike, I answered while fixing my cloak, “We will walk from here, Mr. It is safe to hide the bike here so that we can find it in an emergency.” Chuckling softly, Keir followed me. I was walking through the narrow and muddy path of the village when he spoke again from behind, closing the distance between us, “Emergency? What kind of emergency, M’lady?” Without looking back, I directly took the main path to the village fair. The village looked very ordinary but not poor. The houses were mostly two-storeyed and colourfully decorated. On the balconies of the majority of houses, beautiful and tempting women in revealing clothes were sitting and talking among themselves while