Glunt

Oliver: Hook

Oliver's heart raced as he heard the pounding at the front door. He knew it couldn't be Aurora, not at this hour. He cautiously approached the door and peered through the side window. To his surprise, he saw a magnificent peacock, its feathers displaying a brilliant array of purple and blue.

Intrigued, Oliver tapped the glass, signaling the bird to come closer. The peacock strutted over and Oliver couldn't help but marvel at its size and beauty. "You're a big guy, aren't you?" Oliver said, his tired smile slowly fading. Oliver's heart raced as he tried to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in his gut. The peacock was not just any ordinary bird - he had seen enough of the supernatural world to know that it was likely a familiar of some sort. And if a magical creature was visiting his doorstep uninvited, it could only mean trouble. Atlas he ignored his thoughts and enjoyed the view of the bird. He watched in fascination as the bird strutted closer, its feathers shimmering under the midday sun.

Suddenly, a lean figure appeared, interrupting his moment of peace. It was Aurora, carrying a basket of fresh tropical fruits. She looked irritated with the peacock, shooing it away. Oliver took a deep breath, trying not to appear suspicious in front of her.

As Aurora opened the wooden door, Oliver felt a rush of energy that he had felt the first time they met. It was as if Aurora gave him strength. "I know you're probably famished, so I got you something to eat. This place is lonely, but it has the most delicious food in the world," she chuckled.

Oliver couldn't help but smile at her words. He was grateful for Aurora's kindness and companionship. As she moved her hair from her face, he noticed a birthmark on her shoulder, similar to the one on the top of his foot. The coincidence sent a shiver down his spine. Could they be connected in some way?

 As she handed him the basket of fruit, he tried to focus on the familiar comfort of her presence. But his mind kept wandering back to the birthmark on her shoulder - it was almost identical to the one he had on his foot. He had never met anyone with the same mark before.

Trying to shake off the feeling of unease, Oliver forced a smile and thanked her for the food. But deep down, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

"Come sit." she bounced on her way to the wooden table. 

Unable to contain his urgent curiosity Oliver blurted out, "why are you acting like this is normal, what is this? where am I? and what's going on? why was I being chased by some creature one moment and then in the ocean the next?" Auroura's smiled dropped to a neutral expression. It was as if she was hoping Oliver would forget about how or why he was here and would just go along with her charade. "I don't know... I woke up her the same as you."

Oliver's suspicions only grew stronger. He couldn't help but notice the hesitation in Auroura's voice, the way she avoided eye contact, and the way her body language seemed to betray her words. He knew she was hiding something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

He took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. "Auroura, please. I need to know what's going on. How did I end up here? Who was that girl that saved me?"

Auroura shifted in her seat, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. "I don't know anything about a girl," she said, her voice so.

Oliver wasn't convinced. "I remember someone pulling me out of the water. She had long black hair and was wearing a strange necklace with a strange symbol on it. Do you know anything about that?"

Auroura's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, Oliver thought he had finally gotten through to her. But then she quickly composed herself and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't know anything about that."

Oliver could feel the frustration building inside him. He knew Auroura was lying, but he couldn't figure out why. "Look, I don't know what's going on here, but I need to find out. Can you please just tell me the truth?"

Auroura took a deep breath and looked at Oliver with a sad expression. "I wish I could, but I don't know anything. All I know is that we're on an island, and there's no way off. We're stuck here."

Oliver slumped back in his seat, feeling defeated. He couldn't believe he was trapped on an island with no way off, and with no explanation as to how he got there. He knew he needed to keep pressing Auroura for answers, but for now, he needed to focus on survival.

He needed to remember what had happened before he got onto the island. It was as if his memories had fuzzed out and been stolen.

Closing his eyes, he a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He remembered being at home, trying to finish a work project before the deadline. But then, the memory became hazy, like a dream that was slipping away. He could vaguely recall a feeling of being chased, a sense of fear that had consumed him. And then, the darkness.

Auroura watched him closely, noticing the shift in his demeanor. "Oliver, are you alright?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

"I don't know, Auroura," Oliver admitted. "I just... I can't remember how I got here. It's like my memories have been wiped clean."

Auroura bit her lip, as if struggling with something. "Oliver, there's something I need to tell you," she began slowly, pausing for a moment before continuing.