Until the darkness separates again and he opens his eyes only to see everything had become a blur for but a moment.
A tall boy with black fluffy hair, scarlet colored eyes, light skin lies on his mattress shirtless with his black baggy pants.
He simply looks up at the ceiling for a moment and thinks to himself,
"It's that dream again..
But that's it..
Nothing more...
I can't remember anything else..
Just..
Small fragments from distant memories.
A blue light..
Burning houses...
A Giant blue man in the clouds...
My question is...
Why can't I remember anything?
I-
I'm lost.."
The boy stands up from his bed and looks to the side to see the open curtain on what would be a window on the wall. He walks towards it and looks out to barren cold wasteland and then looks up at the night sky and sees a constellation..
A phoenix.
"Didn't know the stars could make the shape of a bird...
That's nice...."
His eyes then switch to the moon and he thinks to himself, "Must be the middle of the night and I'm still pretty tired..
Must've not slept well..."
The boy yawns and turns around facing his bed. "Maybe its time I tried sleeping again..
Hopefully this time, Its nice and quiet."
He gently lies down and closes his eyes..
Drifting off...
Into sleep..
YOU ARE READING
Woe of the chosen
FantasyWoe of the chosen is an original story based greek mythology. It follows the journey of a young boy that goes by the name of Pluto whose memories have been scattered as small fragments throughout his mind. Unfortunately for the boy, his fate had alr...
