As I followed the cave that the man opened for me, I pondered over what he said. An ancient bloodline of Oracles, how were my friends involved with it, what was this Oraculum, and most of all: how did he know my father. My father had disappeared 2 years ago after he went on one of his archeological digs. The reports say that most of the crew was murdered but my father was no where to be found.
When I finally reached the end, I saw a ladder leading to a manhole. I climbed it and attempted to push open the hole cover. I struggled pushing the heavy cover aside but I eventually got it open. After I dusted myself off, I decided to walk back home, but I didn't know where I was.
"Ok let's see. What street is this?" I said. I looked at the street corner and saw the name of the street. "Looks like my house isn't too far away."
As I was waking home I started thinking more about what the man told me about my family and so called destiny. They didn't really tell me where our family was from, but, then again, who really does know their ancestry.
When I finally got home, my mom was shocked to see me covered in dirt.
"Where have you been? And why are you covered in dirt?" She asked.
"Mom there's something I want to ask you." I said.
"What is it?"
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Son of the Oracle: The Temple of Egypt
FantasyWhen 14 year old Mark Oral starts seeing visions of the future a mysterious man tells him that he's the descendent of the legendary Oracle. Accompanied by his two friends Ashley and Brian, Mark tries to figure out more about his ancestors and his po...
