Kyle snapped out of sleep in an instant. It wasn't a dream or a nightmare that had woke him, or really anything in particular. He rose from his bed as his eyes adjusted to the night, and stumbled through the hall to the bathroom. He moved as quietly as he could so as to not wake his father, who slept just down the hall. There was a momentary creak of the floorboards under his feet, but his father's steady breathing did not change. The light that suddenly came on by flicking the light switch in the bathroom temporarily blinded him, but he was able to do his normal business without really being able to see. Afterward, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Dark circles under his eyes were a given, but the dried tears on his face from before he fell into sleep were an uncommon addition. The thoughts of the night before filled him, as well as the worries of the day ahead. It was now Wednesday, and only a few hours separated him from what he thought could be one of the worst days of his life. He sighed heavily, and moved back to his bedroom. As he fell back to sleep, he wished for a miracle, and prayed to a God he wasn't sure he believed in to help him out. There was no answer before he slept.
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The Joining: The Cycle of the Shards Book One
Science FictionA disgraced soldier from the other side of the universe must join forces with an average teenage human and his friends in order to find two powerful artifacts before the ignition of an intergalactic war.
