(Content Warning)
"Honey... honey..."
Little Artit's father's hands were trembling.
His eyes were blurred, and his head felt dizzy.
He quickly grabbed his wife, who was already flooded in blood.
She was covering her throat with her own hands, looking up at her husband.
She tried to speak, but she couldn't. She sat on her knees on the hard road, trying to reach out and touch her husband and son...
but she failed.
Her hands slowly grew weak as the life left her body. Tears fell from her eyes as a final goodbye, telling her husband with her look to just run.
"Honey... honey..." Little Artit's father's voice broke. "It's alright... I will get you to the hospital... you will be al—"
His father quickly grabbed her while Little Artit was still in his arms.
Suddenly, a scary sound came from the distance.
At first it was far away, but now it was getting closer. His father looked at the front of the road, where the car lights were still on.
A grieving soul appeared...
It looked covered in blood. It was a male figure dressed in white clothes that were worn out. The white cloth was stained with blood that was turning black.
Little Artit's father was on the ground, holding his family tight. He felt like he was paralyzed, but still, he tried to get up.
The ghost moved closer and closer until it was right there. It looked at the father.
The father knew something was wrong and he can't run from that thing. He felt hopeless, like he had lost everything. But he still tried.
He kneeled and begged as tears filled his face. But even then, little Artit father's hands stayed wrapped around his son and wife.
"Please... please... you can take me. Let my wife and son go, please..." his father begged.
He looked at both of them in his arms, his heart breaking. "What am I going to do..."
His voice broke as his wife's body became cold. "Please, you can take me... please just leave my son alone... please... my... son..."
In a moment of darkness, the father felt his life slipping away. A sharp pain struck his throat as the ghost reached out.
Blood dripped from his throat, and he couldn't speak. His eyes were blood-red. "Ah... hhhh... hhhh..."
He tried to look at that ghost one last time while he was crying and fighting for his family.
The ghost was enjoying it.....
The ghost let out a wailing sound...
Blood fell onto the face of Little Artit. His father looked at his son.
He tried to wipe the blood from his son's face, but his hands were already too weak.
He fell to the ground, and Little Artit also hit his head. The father looked at his wife, whose eyes were open.
His father took his hand with all his strength and grabbed his wife's hand, she was cold, as they looked into each other's eyes. Seeing that, his father smiled.
He smiled and a tear fell to the ground. As the tear fell, a beautiful rain fell like petals, as if it were guiding those two souls into heaven.
In the deep woods, a figure walked. He wore a white robe with glowing patterns that never ended with externity
In his hand, he held a white fan that carried the history of his own blood.
His long hair was tied back with a thin, white flower ribbon. He looked like a short child, but his eyes were not young at all.
"Hiss... hisss..."
A completely white snake appeared. It was scary at first, but also cute and adorable.
"Nong Sao... did you find it?" Rak asked. Rak was scanning the whole forest with his blood.
"Hiss... hisss... hiss... Master... there is a trace. The soul went in that direction," the snake replied.
"Oh... then let's go. Come here," Rak said, reaching down his arms to pick up Sao.
"Hiss... hiss... Master, why are you so worried? we can catch that soul."
Rak's face was full of worry, and his steps became faster and faster. He said, "If it was an ordinary soul, it would be okay. But this one is dangerous. Also, this is something I must do for my succession."
"Hiss... hiss... there! I can feel it!" Sao said.
They arrived fast, but it was already too late.
The rain did not make them wet, but Rak's heart was already breaking for the family.
He was a person who could not bear the pain of others, whether it was a soul or a human.
Rak quickly ran to the car while the ghost was trying to take the little child's life.
Rak took his white fan to absorb the soul and help the child on the road.
But while Rak tried to protect him, the grieving soul had already escaped.
Rak looked and saw the scene of the two lives already lost. He saw the blood mixing with the rainwater while it was still hot.
He thought," If only I ran faster, if only I came faster... If only I had caught it, this wouldn't have happened.It's all because of me." His face grew stiff.
He felt so much guilt. Rak quickly took the child, leaving the parents behind, and ran to save Little Artit's life.
Rak didn't know who the boy was, but he still wanted to protect him.
Rak stood in front of a temple. Just by looking even the walls held a long history and stories , and the grounds were vast and spacious. He stood there, trembling, holding Little Artit.
"Hiss... hiss... Master, I can feel something from our realm," Sao said.
Rak's face was worried and his hands were trembling. "Father said I can come here if there is anything I need," he whispered.
But why do I feel so uncomfortable? As he looked down at the child, who was still unconscious, his face grew even more terrified.
Hiss... hiss..." Master, someone is coming from inside!"
Someone from the temple approached, it was a monk . The person bowed. "Please come in... our designated guests, the master is waiting for you...."
They entered the temple.
Rak took heavy steps filled with guilt. Every step made him worry more about the child.
Hiss... hiss... inside the white robe... Sao spoke. "Master, someone is coming. I can feel the smell of our realm..."
A serious, cold voice came from behind. "It is nice to meet you."
Rak turned around to look. The face wasn't young, but he was a figure who had seen the world. Just like his voice, he carried the weight of ancient secrets.
"I am the Master of this temple. As you can see, it is a temple with a long history."
Rak trembled while still carrying the child. The Master looked at the child and nodded to the monk.
The monk suddenly took the child from Rak's hands.
"Wait... I..." Rak's voice cracked.
"That child—you want to save him, right? Then let them handle it," the Master said.
Rak slowly passed the child to the monk, who walked deeper into the temple.
"What is this temple? And why does it smell like our realm?" Rak asked hesitantly.
"This is Wat Nirand. It is connected to your world. We are just gatekeepers who protect it. That is all," the Master said, acting like he didn't want to talk much. Rak's eyes searched for answers.
"You are the son of Nin, right?" the Master asked.
Rak was shocked. "You know my father?"
The Master cleared his throat. "Well, we have a long history. Not good, but not bad."
"But that power... are you by chance half-demon?" the Master added, looking at Rak.
"That's right. I am half-demon and half-White Soul. My mother is from the White Soul clan." Rak put his hands behind his back as he spoke.
"No wonder. So you are that child," the Master said.
Rak looked at the Master with many questions. Suddenly—
Hiss... hiss... "The Lord is calling us. We need to go back!" Sao said.
Rak hesitated. "But I want to stay here... I..." Rak was troubled.
"You need to go back. Don't worry about the child," the Master said. With a heavy heart, Rak walked outside.
The Master looked out and whispered, "How can a child with a White Soul be born? Fascinating. Is this also a trial?"
He watched them until they were gone.