3rd POV
'...A leap of faith."
Swoosh
With the sleight of hand, he pushed the glass panes with haste but gracefully as he leaped.
And there the boy jumped, out the luxurious vintage window: Patterned with gold and silver.
He gazed at the approaching ground, his heart jumping out of his throat.
Thump, thump, thump
The sensation of the whipping wind and the air rushing through his body reignited the spark of death; the rising heat on his chest that is all too familiar.
And the thought of doom it brought unearthed memories of the same night he ceased to be Oliver.
'SHIT!!'
Remembering the sight, the scent, and the sounds of his previous world-changing fall, made his body violently twitch. He flailed on impulse.
The body's natural instinct to survive only made it more certain of death when he somehow turned around mid-flight.
Setting course for another eerily familiar landing. His hair violently whipping his face, scrunching it as he braced for impact.
THUMP-Rustle
However, he fortunately broke his fall on a bush. Just barely evading his persistent friend, Death.
Groan
Slowly, the fallen boy, painfully got up. Liam wearily wobbled before immediately checking his thankfully still beating heart after realizing what had happened.
Huff
Heaving a heavy sigh of relief.
"That...how did I survive that?" He wondered, grasping his pumping chest, clenching his white shirt. The hairs on his body standing on edge.
Along with the goosebumps, Liam's eyes were bulging out of its sockets, his iris contracting. Still dazed.
The clothes he wore were ruffled and ragged, and his hair puffed up as if the flower bushes he landed on; extremely haggard and potted with rose petals.
"Holy shit."
His teeth chattered.
Liam calmed himself and quickly patted himself clean.
He gulped down his cold sweat and immediately bolted for the shrubs before someone could see him out in broad daylight.
Rustle!
Running, Liam felt a presence behind him and dove into a short clearing of bushes and beautifully trimmed trees at the edge of the real estate, just before the dividing fence.
He landed, sliding with his hands, then holding it out to his side and skidding to a halt, just barely escaping a wandering gaze of a maid passing by an open patio.
Pant
Liam wheezed for a short moment, grasping the dirt tightly in relief before letting out suppressed groans. The pain finally seeps into his body.
His body trembled. Liam saw his elbow up to his wrist all bruised and scratched, splintered and dirtied. The blood slowly appearing in his forearms slowly trickled; mixing with the soil and prickly trimmed grass.
"Gosh," he panted.
The focus he brandished slowly blurred. His thoughts swelled and mixed.
Aah
Liam forced himself to get up. He scanned the area. Things were lively. Spending almost half a year inside made him feel mixed emotions with this sight. He felt the unfamiliar, familiar breeze. He saw the bustling mansion properly.
It was a bittersweet feeling. Liam wished to just run away from all of this. But it was neigh impossible to do so. He pondered on his options again.
With a heavy sigh, he turned around and ran until the edge of the residence.
He thought about all of the things he is about to face. Overwhelming thoughts came over him. But he never looked back. Never again.
Liam stood in front of the tall brick wall with black wrought iron fences.
'I can't climb that." He clicked his tongue. He is in no state nor shape to be able to scale that barrier.
The side of his lips creased, followed by his eyes. And before he knew it, tears started flowing down his cheeks.
"Ah, damn."
Liam wiped the path of tears on his face then rubbed his eyes. Following this, he wiped his arms on his muddy shirt. He could only grimace at the sting of the afflicted scratches.
Taking a deep breath, he reorganized himself. He took a few steps closer to the fence in deep thought for the next course if action.
"Woah."
Another overwhelming feeling swept his being when he saw the large city before his eyes. The mansion stood atop a small hill, but it was enough to see the sight of the entire empire. But more so the emotion of dazzelement, he felt great doom seeing the royal palace in the far distance.
Liam winced as he recalled the memories of not only the torture he was put through since arriving at this land, but also the agony inflicted in the scars of his body long before he took the mantle as the second prince. The bitter recollection of Liam before Oliver took over.
The fear then became anger. His eyes bore a deadly gaze, and his teeth rooted down on his lips. A drop of blood fell from his face. This resolve of revenge is marked as a wound formed on his lips.
Clack-clack-clack..
A distant sound of hooves smashing down on a hard pavement catches Liam's attention.
His eyes immediately darted on a path in the distance barely seen through the shrubbery.
Now, without hesitation or second thoughts, he took the next step with firm resolution. A determination for war.
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Tiểu thuyết Lịch sửIn one fateful night, Oliver's peaceful life ended. A fatal hit to the head comatose him eventually leading to his death. But just as he thought everything was over, he transmigrated into the novel he was reading before he died. "Manipulator, Manipu...
