Blood Ruins (boyxboy)

Prologue

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My name is Ariszon Ruin, but everyone just calls me Azon. I'm seventeen years old. I moved out of my foster parents' house two years ago, when I was fifteen. I loved my foster parents more than anything in the world, but I miss my real parents more. They disappeared when I was about five. They were studying the Amazon ruins when they disappeared. I have been saving up money to search for them ever since I found out they were declared dead. They were the best parents I've ever known. No offense to my foster parents. My real parents were always there for me when they could be, there were times when they were very busy with work. They were archaeologists.

I have studied to be an archaeologist like my parents, because of this, I get bullied a lot at school. I'm bullied by everyone and the teachers, or should I say adults, don't care even a bit about me. To tell you the truth I have gotten used to it. It's not like I can do anything about it. I wish I could though. I have tried many times to get someone to do something about it, but for some reason they don't take me seriously. It seems like everyone I meet hates me even if I have never even seen them before. I wasn't bullied as much in middle school, than I am in high school. Middle school was heaven compared to high school, which is hell.

I have done many things to prepare to go to South America. I have even taken the time to learn how to speak fluently in Spanish and Portuguese. The Amazon ruins, if you couldn't guess, are located in the Amazon forest. From what everyone has told me apparently the ruins are haunted or cursed. Everyone who has entered the ruins has never returned. That is what happened to my parents. It took about a week before the police reported them missing. After about a month, they were declared dead. When they were reported missing, I was put in the care of the foster home for the time being. As soon as they were declared dead. I was put up for adoption. I knew they were not dead, something just told me. I don't know what it was but I just know.