(Book One)
Two men, both very different yet very much the same. When the last match has been lit, one became blinded by its smoke. A rash decision has been decided, for the two men have agreed upon a duel... But when the last light goes out in the t...
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Chapter 20
The Dream That Struck Deep
A. Hamilton
Laying down for my night's slumber, I could not help but feel that shadow of dread that has been hanging behind me... It followed me like my own shadow but was invisible to the naked eye. I had tried to not let it bother me but I could feel its cold, ghostly hands trail down my spine. My logical side had refused to believe in this entity for it could only have been a figment of my anxious soul trying to keep me paranoid.
Hesitantly, I ignored the foul presence and turned in for the night, one of Miranda's song playing slightly in my brain... Aaron Burr curled into a ball to the far side of the large mattress. I respected his distance but it always seemed that he would be freezing at normal's temperature... Burr hasn't felt the warmth of another human close by his side for years and might I say I pitied him and his tortured soul...
My eyes sealed shut as soon as I had found a comfortable enough position... The shadows pulled me immediately into a dream...
~Dream~
The thick drops of precipitation fell upon my face and body. My eyes trailed up to the blackened sky above. I stood for a few solid minutes before I heard a slow, drowsy thumps of somebody's feet. I looked for the sound to see a figure in torn, muddied clothing. He had a hoodie over his head hiding his face. The fatigued lad made his way to a bench under a tree. I could see the familiar outline of the Trinity Church behind him. He sprawled out onto the bench tiredly. I didn't acknowledge that my legs moved without me. Soon, I found myself looking into the frail face of a young adult man... A large piece of black, curly hair covered one eye. Bags were also noticeable... But what struck me deep into my soul was that I knew who this boy was... Tears sprang to my eyes and my mouth remained closed.
