Aron awoke in a square room, the walls grey and dull. The floor beneath him the same. As he looked at his hands , he saw he wasn't in his costume from the ball, but instead in pearly white pants and a t-shirt . Where was he? He stood , straightening out the creases of his clothes . Opposite him was a digital clock.
As Aron strolled over , the bright red numbers illuminated on the wall told him it was 2:45 . Two forty five what? Am? Pm? How long had he been in this room...
" Guys ?" He said , his voice croaky . No answer .
He sat back down. Minutes passed by , then hours . He recalled everything he could remember , his Fathers punch, Efi singing to him and then the twins.
If only Aron had gotten there a little bit earlier , he would have saved them. They could have gotten out of the tunnel, back to the safety of their countries . Efi would be sitting in silence , surrounded by white , instead of him. She would love this room. His heart hurt at the thought of his friends , tears forming in his eyes. Maybe his Father was right , maybe he was useless.
4:20 - 2/4/3500
" Is anyone here? " he shouted now , hearing his own voice echo back to him.
6:50 - 6/4/3500
Aron ran his hands across the walls, eager to find a hidden door or any clue as to where he was.
10:20 21/4/3500
He hid in the corner of the room, the white walls shifting sinuously . People were forming behind them. Glossy white hands reached out. " STOP" he cried , hands violently shaking at his knees.
" EFI" the people stopped. Retreated back into the wall as if they were ashamed . The pounding in his head eased . Was it just a hallucination? Were they ever there ? He felt like he was going mad...
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The Gods at War
FantasyThe world of Kazaar , a magical world suspended in the timeless expanse of space , magic is alive . Gods have run their countries happily for hundred of years . Until , a plague that comes by the name of Dark Army spreads ruin and sadness . It is up...
