Hunter’s Journey

Chapter 164

Hunter’s Journey

Somewhere that’s not here. It seems there is another world. A machine that offers a glimpse into that other world has been given to me by a deceased friend. When I turned it on and caught a glimpse of the other world, I saw the figure of a grown-up boy. His name seems to be Daryl. I decided to just take a look at the boy. I wonder what kind of story he will show us. I would like to write this as a rewrite of my masterpiece, The Traveler. When I say I think, I mean I plan, but the plans are not yet decided. So, I wonder what kind of story it will be.

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ᯖᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔᮼ

“ᯖᮥᮘ…ᯍ”

ᮃᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩᮺ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮖᮜᮕᮧ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮜᮔᮟᮼ ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

“ᯖᮻᮘᮧᮕᮘᮤᮺ ᮕᮓᮛ…♡”

ᯜᮟᮤ ᮣᮤᮟᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮘᮕᮣᮙᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣᮼ ᯜᮟᮺ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕ ᮞᮟᮤᮺ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮟᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᯖᮙᮣ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮙᮝᮒᮣᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮑᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮘᮙᮠ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮟ ᮘᮑᮢᮣᮘ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮔᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᯓᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮣᮕᮦᮕᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮤᮼ
ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮣᮓᮢᮕᮑᮝᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮜᮔᮜᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮢᮟᮟᮜᮕᮔᮼ ᯖᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮟᮣᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮜᮖᮻᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮘᮕᮦᮕᮜᮕᮔᮼ

“ᮃᮕᮕᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣ ᮒᮥᮤᮤᮟᮞᮣ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣᮜᮩᮼ”
“ᯖᮟᮟᮻᮕᮥᮤᮺ ᮘᮕᮥᮤᮺ ᮕᮥᮤ…♡”

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮥᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮕᮢᮜᮩᮼ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮜᮔᮟᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮥᮣᮣᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮗᮢᮙᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮜᮔᮟᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮡᮥᮕᮜᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣᮼ

“ᮇᮑᮞᮤ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᯍ”
“ᯏᮘᮺ ᮞᮟᮺ ᮞᮟᮟᮟ…♡”

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮕᮜᮖᮻᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮗᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮘᮟᮜᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮼ ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮔᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮙᮞᮕᮼ
ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮓᮟᮞᮦᮥᮜᮣᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮠᮜᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗᮼ ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮗᮢᮙᮞᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮠᮕᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮼ

“ᯖᮥᮥᮥᮻᮕᮥᮤ♡ ᯗᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ…♡”

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮙᮤᮼ ᯖᮕ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮧᮕᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮖ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮣᮑᮤᮙᮣᮖᮙᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮑ ᮖᮟᮟᮜᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮜᮖᮻᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮕᮔᯍ ᮄᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮑᮤᮙᮣᮖᮙᮕᮔᮼ
ᯗᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮣᮑᮤᮙᮣᮖᮙᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔᮼ ᯗᮞ ᮤᮢᮥᮤᮘᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮢᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮙᮝ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮙᮝᮠᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮟ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮙᮤᮼ
ᯜᮟᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮙᮗᮗᮕᮣᮤ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞᮼ

ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮛᮕᮠᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮣᮟᮢᮤᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣᮼ ᯏᮤ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮥᮢᮣᮕᮔ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮜᮙᮣᮤᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮶ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮓᮥᮤᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮵ᮙᮔᮙᮟᮤ᮵ ᮟᮢ ᮵ᮔᮥᮝᮝᮩ᮵᮷ᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮞᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮗᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮖᮟᮢᮗᮙᮦᮕᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮥᮤᮕᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮔᮑ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮔᮙᮔ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮢᮕᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮜᮟᮟᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮣᮟᮑᮛᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮜᮥᮙᮔᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮓᮟᮝᮕᮼ

“ᯖᮕᮕᮻᮙᮛ♡ ᯖᮙᮛᮺ ᮘᮕᮕᮻᮕᮥᮛᮺ ᮘᮕᮥᮤ…♡”

ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮠᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮗᮑᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮙᮔᮕᮑ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ
ᯜᮟᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮼ

“ᮉᮻᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮠᮥᮢᮠᮟᮣᮕ…ᮼ”
“ᯖᮝᯍ ᮇᮘᮑᮤᯍ”

ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮗᮢᮙᮞᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮕᮣᮼ ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮔᮺ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮣᮟᮞᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮟᮢᮝᮕᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮨᮤ ᮔᮑᮩᮼ
ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮧᮟᮛᮕ ᮥᮠ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮢᮕᮠᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮟ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮔᮟ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮩ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮓᮕᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮕᮜᮠᮼ
ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮔ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮣᮥᮢᮠᮢᮙᮣᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮤᮑᮛᮕᮞ ᮓᮑᮢᮕ ᮟᮖᮺ ᮥᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮟ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮞᮙᮣᮘᮼ
ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ… ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮗᮟᮟᮔᮼ
ᮃᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮜᮙᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮒᮑᮔᮼ

ᮃᮟᮟᮞ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮙᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮢᮕᮠᮑᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮟ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕᮼ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮥᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮞᮕᮑᮤᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮗᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮞᮑᮘᮟᮜᮕᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮜᮕᮝ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮔᮙᮜᮔᮟ ᮙᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮒᮟᮢᮕᮔᮼ
ᮄᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮗ ᮘᮥᮝᮝᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮦᮙᮒᮢᮑᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮠᮑᮩ ᮙᮤ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮼ ᯖᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮒᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮑ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮠᮢᮟᮟᮖ ᮒᮑᮗᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮧᮕᮤᮼ
ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮑᮢᮢᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮒᮥᮙᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗᮼ
ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮡᮥᮙᮕᮤᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜᮼ

“ᯖᮕᮥᮻᮗᮕᮥᮻᮕᮥᮤ…♡”

ᯏᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮑᮨᮼ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮧᮘᮟᮻᮛᮞᮕᮧᮻᮘᮟᮧᮻᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮑᮨᮕᮣᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮕᮢᮗᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮢᮑ᮪ᮩ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮒᮑᮗᮺ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮠᮢᮟᮟᮖ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮠᮢᮟᮟᮖᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮔᮟ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮕᮧᮔ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮕᮝᮑᮞᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮼ
ᯖᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮝᮕᮜᮜ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮙᮤᮙᮦᮕᮼ ᯜᮟᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮙᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮕᮧᮔᮼ ᯜᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮕᮜᮠ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᯝᮞ ᮤᮟᮠ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮜᮖᮻᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮔᮢᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮦᮕᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜᮼ
ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮣᮡᮥᮙᮢᮝᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮜᮔᮜᮩ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮜᮔᮟᮼ
ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮔᮑᮩ ᮤᮧᮟᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮝᮟᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮕᮨᮤᮕᮞᮤ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮙᮤᮕ ᮘᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮙᮝᮒᮣᮼ
ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮪ᮙᮠᮠᮕᮢ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔᮼ

ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮑ ᮒᮕᮔᮼ ᯔᮟᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮙᮝᮙᮜᮑᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮩᮕᮣᮤᮕᮢᮔᮑᮩᮼ

“ᮅᮘᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤᯍ”

ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮑᮞᮣᮧᮕᮢᮼ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮞᮚᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮼ
ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮒᮜᮥᮢᮢᮕᮔᮼ ᯏᮞ ᮑᮞᮕᮣᮤᮘᮕᮤᮙᮓ ᮙᮞᮚᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮢᮕᮡᮥᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮕᮣᮤᮘᮕᮣᮙᮑᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮑᮞᮩᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ
ᮃᮟᮟᮞ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮖᮑᮔᮕᮔᮼ

ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮧᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮖ ᮑᮞᮕᮣᮤᮘᮕᮣᮙᮑ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮕᮓᮕᮣᮣᮑᮢᮩᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮟᮜᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮥᮣᮕ ᮑᮞᮕᮣᮤᮘᮕᮣᮙᮑ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮢᮑᮣᮘ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮤᮢᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮙᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮔᮟᮞᮕᮼ

ᮃᮟᮺ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮔᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮑᮞᮕᮣᮤᮘᮕᮣᮙᮑᮼ ᮇᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮠᮢᮕᮤᮤᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮼ

ᮃᮟᮟᮞᮺ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮞᮗᮢᮑᮦᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮑᮒᮔᮟᮝᮕᮞᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮤᮑᮤᮤᮟᮟ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮦᮥᮜᮦᮑᮼ ᯏ ᮠᮙᮞᮛᮺ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮟᮝᮙᮞᮟᮥᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮣᮘᮑᮠᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮣᮙᮗᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮢᮕᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮩᮠᮞᮟᮣᮙᮣ ᮑᮠᮠᮼ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮙᮤᮕᮔᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮘᮟᮥᮢᮣᮼ
ᯏ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮕᮢ ᮦᮥᮜᮦᮑ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮞᮗᮢᮑᮦᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮤᮟᮝᮑᮓᮘᮼ
ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮤᮑᮤᮤᮟᮟ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮑᮣᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮑ ᮦᮥᮜᮦᮑ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮓᮟᮝᮒᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮠᮠᮼ ᮃᮟᮟᮞ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮢᮕᮗᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣᮞᮕᮣᮣᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮜᮕᮔᮼ

“ᯝᮘᮺ ᮑ ᮦᮥᮜᮦᮑᯍ”
“ᮉᮕᮑᮘᮼ ᮀᮢᮕᮤᮤᮩᮺ ᮙᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮤᯍ”

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮘᮕ ᮗᮑᮦᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮝᮒᮣᮼ ᯐᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮞᮟᮢᮝᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮨᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮔ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮟᮥᮓᮘ ᮙᮤᮼ ᯐᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕᮣᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮕᮞᮚᮟᮩᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘᮼ

ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮢᮥᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮟᮝᮑᮓᮘᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮕᮝᮑᮞᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮙᮤᮼ ᯏ ᮣᮟᮖᮤ ᮠᮙᮞᮛ ᮗᮜᮟᮧ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮢᮙᮣᮙᮞᮗᮼ

“ᯖᮥᮘᯍ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮙᮤᯍ”

ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮤᮤᮟᮟ ᮙᮤᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ ᮃᮥᮓᮘ ᮤᮕᮓᮘᮞᮟᮜᮟᮗᮩ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮔᮕᮦᮕᮜᮟᮠᮕᮔ ᮩᮕᮤᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮠᮠᮼ ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮗᮢᮑᮔᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮗᮑᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮑᮤ ᮥᮠᮼ

ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮓᮤᮟᮢ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮟᮢᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮓᮕᮔᮥᮢᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮜᮕᮖᮤᮼ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮢᮕᮗᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮔᮑᮩᮣ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮥᮣᮣᮩᮼ

“ᯓᮥᮤ…♡”

ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮓᮑᮢᮕ ᮧᮘᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮟᮢ ᮞᮟᮤᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮝᮑᮣᮤᮥᮢᮒᮑᮤᮕᮔᮼ ᯛᮑᮣᮤᮥᮢᮒᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮗᮟᮟᮔᮼ

ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮡᮥᮙᮕᮤᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᯜᮟᮺ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮓᮙᮣᮕᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮙᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᯖᮕ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮢᮔ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮤᮟᮢᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔᮼ ᮇᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮠᮕᮞᮤᮻᮥᮠ ᮔᮕᮣᮙᮢᮕ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮔᮑᮩᮣᯍ

“ᯖᮕᮥᮤᮺ ᮘᮕᮥᮻᮕᮥᮤ…♡”

ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮥᮠᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮟ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮼ

“ᮃᮘᮑᮜᮜ ᮧᮕ ᮔᮟ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮧᮕᮕᮛᯍ”
“ᯒᮟ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ…ᯍ”
“ᮂᮕᮖᮢᮑᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮞᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮩ ᮣᮤᮥᮖᮖᮼ”

ᯔᮟᮢ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮕᮺ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮩ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮒᮕ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮼ ᮃᮥᮢᮕ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮔᮑᮢᮛᮕᮞᮕᮔᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮞᮣᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮼ

“ᮅᮘᮺ ᮥᮘᯍ ᮇᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮔᮟ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮣᮕ…ᯍ”
“ᮇᮘᮩ ᮒᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᯍ”

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮔᮟ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮄᮕᮞ ᮔᮑᮩᮣ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮔᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ᮵ᮔ ᮢᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮕ ᮦᮙᮟᮜᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮔᮑᮩ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᯉ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮑᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮥᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮟ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮢᮙᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮢᮑ᮪ᮩᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮟᮥᮓᮘ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮟᮥᮓᮘᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮠᮑᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮖᮙᮜᮝᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮝᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕᮼ ᮉᮕᮤᮺ ᮤᮟᮥᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮒᮑᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮢ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮘᮟᮜᮕᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑ ᮞᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮩ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮖᮑᮜᮜ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮝᮑᮔᮔᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ

“ᮀᮻᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮢᮕᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮝᮕ ᮞᮟᮧ… ᯓᮥᮤᮺ ᮕᮥᮤ♡”

ᯛᮟᮢᮕᮟᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮥᮜᮦᮑ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮗᮜᮟᮧᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮣᮕᮔᮼ ᮀᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮥᮜᮦᮑᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮕᮔᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮛᮕ ᮥᮠᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮔᮺ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮣᮠᮕᮞᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮔᮑᮩ ᮒᮕᮗᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮵ᮣᮑᮔᮙᮣᮤᮙᮓ ᮠᮑᮤᮘ᮵ᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮢᮕᮜᮕᮑᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

“ᯑᮟᮝᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ”

ᯏᮤ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣᮺ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮒᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮜᮑᮠᮼ

ᮄᮘᮥᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮢᮙᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮞᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮩ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮞᮤᮘ ᮜᮑᮤᮕᮢᮼ ᮃᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮔᮟᮞᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮞᮟᮢᮝᮑᮜ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮥᮢᮠᮢᮙᮣᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮕᮑᮣᮩᮼ

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮵ᮣᮑᮔᮙᮣᮤᮙᮓ ᮠᮑᮤᮘ᮵ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮜᮙᮝᮙᮤᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮛᮕᮕᮠ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮓᮤ ᮣᮥᮢᮦᮕᮙᮜᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮝᮟᮞᮤᮘᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮞᮟᮢᮝᮑᮜ ᮒᮩ ᯚᮕᮕ ᮃᮕ ᯐᮙᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮑᮤᮙᮣᮖᮙᮕᮔ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮥᮜᮦᮑᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮙᮕᮢᮓᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮑᮔᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮥᮞᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮝᮑᮞᮞᮕᮢᮙᮣᮝᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮥᮢᮕᮔᮼ ᯘᮥᮞᮗ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮙᮤᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮣᮟᮢᮢᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮟᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮘᮺ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩᮼ

…ᯖᮑᮔ ᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮢᮢᮥᮠᮤᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮞᮤᮘᯍ

ᮃᮤᮙᮜᮜᮺ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔᮺ ᮕᮨᮓᮕᮠᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮄᮑᮕᮩᮑᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮵ᮢᮕᮑᮜ ᮝᮑᮞ᮵ᮼ

…ᯜᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩᮼ

Hunter’s Journey

Somewhere that’s not here. It seems there is another world. A machine that offers a glimpse into that other world has been given to me by a deceased friend. When I turned it on and caught a glimpse of the other world, I saw the figure of a grown-up boy. His name seems to be Daryl. I decided to just take a look at the boy. I wonder what kind of story he will show us. I would like to write this as a rewrite of my masterpiece, The Traveler. When I say I think, I mean I plan, but the plans are not yet decided. So, I wonder what kind of story it will be.

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