For some reason, I couldn’t remember anything. I just woke up moments ago to find tattoos all over my arm. At the end of my arm to my hand, there was a golden symbol glowing. It got brighter and brighter as the sun ahead of me rose and rose into the sky. Where was I? Only mountains and lush green hills appeared ahead of my sight. I was standing at the very top.
“Who are you standing at the center of my home?” Gasping, I turned right. The first thing I noticed was that he was very tall. He had the same symbol that was tattooed on my hand on his forehead. His long black hair covered both of his eyes. “No…no way. Mary killed you long ago.” I was…dead?
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The Little Black Star above the Horizon
Science-FictionIn a black sky, there is mainly black night. In a blue sky, there is mainly blue day. In a midnight sky, there is a collage of stars. In Tropical Astrology, twelve of these constellations connected by stars happen to be the twelve zodiacs, or sun si...
