Connor Pallitan isn't normal, he's known that since the day he was born. Left alone in the woods, cloaked in protective fire, its a wonder the boy survived for a year. But eighteen? A miracle.
But then, all hell breaks loose, and it's up to Conner t...
No time to argue, I'll take care of her, now RUN!"
The conversation sounded so familiar to Connor, like he had heard it many times before. But he knew he hadn't. Like a bad case of deja vu, except...This was a...Dream? He truly had no idea. Everything was so real, so clear. The midnight sky and shimmering stars, the majestic moon, and the midnight sky.
Everything was moving so quickly, and Connor felt sick as his surroundings moved past him like the speed of light, it made his head spin. He tried to speak, try to struggle, but he couldn't. His body felt like it had been severed from his head, it was truly discombobulating. But suddenly, he fell. A woman screamed as she threw him forward. He unintentionally broke into a violent cry for help, rolling to god knows where. He stayed like this for a while, unable to stop. He looked over, finally able to move his arms and legs, hands clasped around some sort of cloth as he looked at the woman, his vision blurred. But he could clearly see that she had been impaled by a sword. Her wound had blood gushing out like a fountain, but so was something else. A black, tar looking liquid sprayed out of violently, just missing Connor by a few inches.
The liquids stopped spraying, and simply pooled down into the grass, and the man pulled out his sword, dropping it on the ground. The figure walked to Connor, and he tried to run, but still couldn't, and was stuck laying helplessly in the grass. The figure picked Connor up, locking eyes with him. The man's eyes were pitch black, face cracked, with stains and speckles of the tarry substance. He smelt of death. His aura black, and visible, seeping out of his skin like mist. It was truly frightening. The man looked forward, his face blank of any expression, and carried Connor farther and farther into the wooden area. The stars becoming less and less visible as they walked. Finally after a long while, Connor was set down, and the man started to walk away, but Connor only stared at the sky, terrified.
"AUGH!" The man, presumably, cried out in pain before the grass crunched. What was happening? What was this? Where were his friends!?
"Connor...." A woman called out, "Coooonnnneeeerrrrr."
"Wake up, you have work to do...Wake up. Wake up. Wake up."
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Connor groaned as his eyes fluttered open, his eyes and head banging like a drum, he groaned and used his arms to help him sit up, his entire body ached. "Ugh..." He groaned, placing his hand on his head, staring down at the palm of his left hand. No longer glowing. Confused he sat up higher, swinging his legs over he side of the bed, and looked at the state of his room. Shattered glass from a mirror and some vases had been moved to a pan in the corner of a room. What happened again?
