Memory of A Future Dream

CHAPTER I : I CAUGHT YOU

A YEAR AGO...

STEORRA

I LOOKED at the abandoned and dilapidated house in front of me. I was currently on the outskirts of Squallum, the last settlement known as the slums in all of the Seven Oases. Not even a lowly Trastarian would set foot in this place, making it a perfect hideaway for someone on the run. Setting my gun stun mode before entering, I quietly opened the door and was greeted by darkness. The house was small, sparse with furniture, and probably had no electricity. I continued exploring, but to my dismay, since I had a strong feeling that I would certainly catch him this time, there was no sign of the occupant.

I raised my gun in alarm when a whirring sound from the kitchen reached my ears. My feet immediately moved to see what it was. I frowned when my eyes met a spherical, metal-looking thing sitting atop the wooden table. And I was torn between staying and running when the whirring became louder and it started shaking violently. But before I could do anything, light filled the small kitchen. I instinctively closed my eyes and raised my arms for cover.

As it subsided, I heard a loud thud, followed by a grunt. I immediately opened my eyes and lowered my arms. Admittedly, I was shocked when I saw the black-haired being sprawled on the floor, wearing clothes unfamiliar to me, and scratching his head.

"Man, I don't want to go back yet," he said, oblivious to my presence.

I didn't know how to explain what had just happened, and frankly, I didn't want to know because what mattered was that my target had just landed in front of me.

"You are under arrest, Prince Troiar," I declared, aiming my gun at my subject.

The prince went still, but after a few seconds, he stood up, brushing imaginary dirt from his pants. His long hair, which was tied in a low ponytail, bounced gracefully with his movements. He smiled when his golden eyes landed on me. I hardened my resolve because that smile was enough to melt the ice my heart had gradually accumulated since he left me without an effing explanation.

He scoffed. "Of all people, he has to send you."

He sounded sarcastic, but when his eyes became thoughtful, I felt a pang of pain in my chest.

His smile became melancholic. "Well, congratulations. You've found me. You always do. But before you drag me back, will you—"

My fingers pressed the trigger, and I shook my head when he loudly cursed before fainting. I took out an expandable black bag to put the device in and keep it safe before letting out a sigh. I then picked up the prince, went outside, and placed him in the back seat of my service vehicle.

Once again, I looked at his unconscious form before driving. "You owe me an explanation, Troiar, and I will get it even if I have to wring your pretty little neck."