*Book One of The Accursed Chronicles*
August was a man from a normal world, living a mundane life until one night everything changed, and he was sent spiraling into a world stuck forever in winter, full of magic, creatures, and a curse that has grip...
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Fresh air had been what I had needed after having bombs dropped on me. The crisp wind had calmed my pulsating heart, sweaty palms, and queasy stomach. I'd just learned that I wasn't completely me, that somehow, I had an aura or two, and that I had brought something with me when I had come here.
It was sick to believe that Gloom probably was right because in my dreams, I never felt alone. I felt like someone was always behind me, always watching, and waiting to pounce. If someone was attached to me, then that would explain the eeriness of my dreams, except I couldn't explain where my auras could've come from. I was... just a human.
When we had finished our long walk around the building complex that the headquarters was attached to, I slowed and took my time as we neared their home again. I wasn't prepared to face Gloom again or anything. I wanted to go home, live my mundane life again, and see my mom. I didn't want to be part of some epic quest or live where everybody was awfully boring, angry, or depressed all the time.
This wasn't my world and would never be.
Leuthar walked up the steps to the door without looking back while I hung back and hesitated. I sighed to myself and gazed down at my hands; ones covered in thick gloves to prevent frostbite. I couldn't get used to this, could I? I meant what if I had to stay here, what would I do? Was I just supposed to become like them and forget about Ashedale? That had me all kinds of wound up because that meant my mom would never see me again or any of my friends. They'd think I'd been kidnapped or worse.
I was really spiraling now, so much for a walk calming me.
After a moment, I glanced up to see Leuthar leaned against the building, waiting on me. He was only waiting because Gloom had told him to. I knew he wouldn't have waited otherwise. I finally dragged myself after him, only to feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, making me peek over my shoulder.
Nothing. It was just an empty dim alley that grew darker as the day turned to night.
When I heard the door creak open, I focused back to heading inside. I figured I could turn in early since eating would only make my stomach flip-flop some more. That way I could also avoid talking to Gloom and put off my impending doom, which somehow, I knew wouldn't be what I wanted. I knew I was stuck here for good.
Leuthar disappeared inside with me slower to follow and stalling. Now that I thought of it, I really didn't like their headquarters. It was dingy, bleak, and uninviting, like all of Krak. I'd rather go anything but here, but this was all I had, and I shouldn't complain. It was better than sleeping on the cold ground.
Before I could reach the first step, I heard footsteps shuffle behind me. I knitted my eyebrows together in confusion but didn't have a chance to look behind myself before a hand clamped down over my mouth. My scream was muffled against the hand as an arm cinched around my waist and began to drag me backwards, kicking and flailing down the alley.
