It was cloudy that morning as Max glanced out his bedroom window. Gray lolling clouds loomed over the town. It was eerie. It was probably going to rain.
Max decided to sneak out anyway.
It highly amused him doing so. He was always obedient. Except for mornings.
He had a very strict aunt that made sure he was by her side every time they went out. When classes were over, she would be there by the school gates to pick him up immediately. School was out for now. And that meant staying in the cottage. Pretty much all of the time. The result was that he didn't have any friends. He didn't really mind. Not really. Probably.
Anyway, Aunt Pearl was a hard-core sleeper, and she doesn't really react to noises in her slumbers. One time he bumped into a cup too near to the edge of the living room table. When it crashed on the floor, his aunt didn't even wake up.
He slung on his drawstring backpack and slapped on his hat with a giant X on it. He pushed open his bedroom window and climbed out.
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The street was deserted at this point of time. The farmers long gone in their fields and the rest in bed. He was the only one walking around in this hour.
This was one of the moments for him to catch his breath. A moment of liberation. Freedom.
He laughed a small reserved laugh even though no one was around. He was like that. A quiet boy. A small smile formed on his lips as he strolled the empty sidewalk. He jiggled his backpack. Inside were many trinkets he'd found on his many morning strolls. He would go on these walks and find something, and then he'd go home and study the thing he found. Overly and thoroughly. Otherwise he'd be at home reading books. Aunt Pearl had many books in every one of her houses. Even this cottage had a magnificent library.
He scanned the grounds , smooth and worn by the many soles of many feet ever passed.
That's when he found some muddy foot prints leading him away from the sidewalk. The prints were dry but seemed fresh . They certainly weren't here yesterday. He glanced at the clock tower, he still had plenty of time.
He decided to follow the prints.
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FantasyThirteen-year-old Max had just moved to a new town. Things seemed normal at first, until he found himself caught in a conspiracy that could change his life forever. He was weightless, a wingless bird, a pebble. His life flashed before his eyes. His...
