My Name is Hun Yen(Chapter 7)

I struggled to squeeze into the crowd as the storyteller's voice filled the atmosphere with an animated tone. He was manipulating the puppets to bring life into the story. It is a story about a little boy who ran away from his home and embarked his journey to the unknown land of another side and his encounters. I noticed how his voice pitched and fall along his story, how audiences horrified and astonished by his choosing of words which held such gravity and strength that, even they didn't dare to produce a sound which often was interpreted as defiling the respect of the storyteller. I managed to obtain a place at the first row and listened attentively to his story.

'' The boy met an old man. He asked the old man," Venerable Master, have you learned anything else from your journey of life? " Indeed the old man said yes, he replied," Cough, cough, yes I met the devil Himself He has four hands and seven heads He walked on the surface of the sea with His bare legs and performed one thousand and eighty mighty skills that even the best magician on earth will fade in comparison He said good and evil are the same theres no evil without presence of good Presence of light will banish the dark but nothing to compare with if darkness doesn't exist. Our existence is a marking to the good side-regardless of which side are you in eventually you have no choice either you follow the direction of the wind or you are sacrificed, tossed up to the tip of the Mayan's Holy Altar with your body disemboweled and your organs lay exposed to serve the roc, their messenger of the god.

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Charming. Despite the fact that colours has faded off from the puppets and their robot-like repetitions of the same action over and over again, their performance will never fail to attract attentions. We stared at the jerking of their limbs according to the manipulation of the storyteller's fingers, conducting rigid movements to visualize the story as the it escalates and falls. The boy met all sorts of characters along his journey, did he found the answer? Or solution? The storyteller ends it like this: "The boy decided to seek for a happy ending. He knew he may not found it now, but he must continue his journey up the mountain down the ocean to search for it. How about you? Have you found your happy ending? " Have you?