I was formulating my summer routine.
After all, I was alone. Rather do something than be a statue who doesn't do anything at all, right?
Hmm. So I plan to play computer games, but I feel a little bit out of date with this. I already harvested and upgraded my base in Clash of Clans, rose up to another level in World of Warcraft, and what else?
I really can't think of something.
Then it popped into my mind: I need to play another game!
Oh, ok. Very funny.
So I headed to the computer not far from our kitchen counter. If you'd ever wonder, I use Windows 8.1, with all upgrades insta--oh, yeah, right, not necessary.
As I walked over to the sitting computer unit, a ray of sunlight hit my eye. It struck at the cornermost part, as if it was trying to say Hi Peterson! I'm a ray of sunlight! .
I looked around but I saw no one.
I continued walking to the unit when the same light shone, this time even brighter.
Are you trying to get my attention? I thought.
I looked to the direction of the light. It was right in my parents' bedroom, and the door was open. The light shone again, and it was really there. I walked toward the door, not looking in any direction. I was already centimeters from the door and tried to look inside when the door swung and hit me in the head.I lay on the floor with my nose bruised.
Then I noticed a hooded shadow inside the room. It glided across the walls and disappeared.
"Who's there?" I ask, sitting on the floor.
No answer.
Then a swoosh of wind was heard, and voila, the shadow was gliding across the walls of the kitchen again.
"Who are you?" I ask sternly.
But the shadow was gliding across the kitchen counter and disappeared once again. I strained my neck trying to look for the shadow.
I turned my head, and someone was there.
A man dating back to the magical middle ages was standing in front looking down at me, holding a staff with a bronze raven on it. He wore a brown hooded coat, and he had plate mail that was adorned with gems and embossed lines.
"Hello, Peterson." he said. "My dear brave Knight."
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General FictionHi. I'm Peterson Demigillius. Normal guy. 16 years of age, and my family always has a nasty habit of leaving me alone. Now, one time I was left alone, something weird happened. An old man taking shape of a raven comes to my domain and announces that...