On a bustling urban street a boy of about 19 walks alone going his way home, fiddling and playing with his keys unconciously. Cars passed by reflecting the setting sun. He turned to the left, around a sharp corner of a street, just one block away from his apartment. Achilleo suddenly stumbled, the consequence of someone bumping into him. When he looked at them he was hit by a strong feeling of familiarity, as if he'd known this stranger for a long while. She looked up at him, her blue eyes looking into his peculiar orange ones, "I'm so sorry, I was in a rush, are you okay?", she apologized. Her voice was also familiar, "Oh, it's nothing... I guess you can get along " he replied, trying to act cool in the situation, "Right..." she muttered. The time he thought of saying something else she was out of sight. He thought to himself 'That's... strange, maybe I'm just tired that's all...'
Finally, at the approaching end of dawn, Achilleo felt ready to sleep after a long day of studying and strange events. His head dropped down right after he turned off the lights, sleep overpowering him as he drifted off to sleep.
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The Daines manuscript
Ficción GeneralClimate change is starting to take a toll on the north pole, the ice is starting to melt and hidden secrets are starting to come to light as well as a strange somewhat manuscript. The 'Secretum Oculus' are trying to prevent the revealing secrets fro...
