Secrets of Our World

Chapter 1 - Antilia

A/N: Please feel free to give me all the feedback that you can in the comments, you don't have to, but I would very much appreciate it if you did. I am trying to improve my writing skills! Be as brutal as you want and definitely tell me if there is any messed up grammar!
Oh! For the first four " chapters " ( Antilia 1, Liam 1, Josiah 1, and Nagama 1), I will be posting concept art that I made of the characters at the top.

Also, the name next to the chapter is whose point of view it is in. If there are multiple names, then the chapter has multiple point of view that will be specificed in bold.

Also I won't do author's notes that often because I tend to ramble and I want you guys to enjoy the story!
So with that, Enjoy!

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It was a dark and gloomy day, perfect for sitting inside a café. Rain pelted the window that I was gazing through. People were rushing around through the streets, frantically trying to get to someplace dry. I turned away from the window and looked at what remained of my breakfast. A plain half-eaten croissant sat on my plate, begging to be finished, and next to it my coffee, now cold. I wasn't hungry today. I had no desire for food, even if it was one of my father's delicious creations. This was his café, here on one of the busiest streets in Lyon. Today, was the busiest I've ever seen it, thanks to the rain, and of course the decadent allure of my father's dishes. I love to sit and watch people to see how they behave. In groups and individually. I always sit in the same spot, in the front right corner near the window, because it gives me the best view of everyone in the café. The door jiggled and a man dressed in black with a baseball cap walked in. He brushed past the table and knocked over an umbrella that someone had left behind.

"Je suis desole, tres desole," he said as he put the umbrella back next to me. I looked at the umbrella and shrugged it off.

"Merci." I said, as I looked up, but he was gone. That's very odd, I thought to myself. Nonetheless, I now had an umbrella. I finished my cold coffee quickly and grabbed the umbrella.

My new guardian against the rain was plain black with a light oak coloured handle. It went with the outfit I was wearing today; dark navy jeans, a dark mahogany sweater and a greyish green trench coat. I brushed my auburn hair off my shoulder as I set out for the door.

Now this next part may seem a little odd for you, but it is merely a normal day-to-day occurrence for me.

As I stepped out into the rain, everything froze in place. The droplets froze in place; people were trapped in their last action. One woman inches before reaching a door handle to open it. I looked around at the world. I often thought that it looked like a tableau, a vivid, enchanting picture. Enjoying the silence, I gazed through the droplets of water suspended inches away from me, at everyone's faces. Some were mid-laugh, mid-bite, and mid-complaint. Others were listening intently to these people, enjoying each other's company. Everything was so peaceful and my mood began to lift, but just as I was opening my umbrella, and preparing to restart time, I saw something.

A boy with flaming red hair was running toward me. He looked frantic and not especially dry. Once he spotted me, and came closer into focus, I knew what was happening, and my heart sank.

I'd seen him before. In a dream. A bad one.

It was the beginning of the end.