With a watch on his wrist, no memory of his past, and a puzzle-filled room, Atlas tries desperately to escape the elevators.
Upon waking to darkness, Atlas stumbles into the white room. His desire for answers driving his feet to move. In the firs...
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Fiance?
Atlas found himself staring at the girl beside him. Time froze as their eyes locked. Hope was the first to break eye contact. She looked around the table searching the new faces for an answer.
"F-fiance? We...?" she trailed off. Blood visibly rushed to her cheeks. The entire table turned to face us in shock.
"Oh," the intoxicated man that had brought up the embarrassing subject spoke once more, "You were engaged and set to marry a week before they invaded the retreat." He was obviously uncomfortable with the topic now. The man scratched at his blonde hair before finishing his thought, "Then Adira- Hope's mother was captured and everything was called off..."
The table was quiet as they eyed the couple with sympathy and worry. Atlas felt like a ton of bricks had been handed to him. Hope's mom was captured.
We have to save her.
Recalling his dream, the pieces started to click together. She had been at the same facilities as them. She had called his name.
Hope looks exactly like her.
Atlas' heartfelt heavy. He knew what she looked like. He had heard Adira's voice in his dream. He couldn't remember anything else about her. He strained against the block in his mind. His emotions were running wild. He knew that she was important to him, that much he could feel, but he couldn't construct any memories of the woman.
A suppressed cry jerked his attention from his pitiful thoughts. Hope was doubled over and clutching her neck. The familiar sight caused him to recall that pain. It wasn't intense, but the dull throb in his neck was enough to make him uncomfortable.
The boy jumped into action as worried onlookers eagerly stood to their feet. They immediately swarmed Hope's crumpled form as she gritted her teeth. Their hands were reaching for her as she fought her own mind. Those hands were supposed to be comforting, but the way they snaked around Hope's body was suffocating to watch. Atlas begged the helpful hands to back up. Before anyone could react to his pleas, Hope slinked away from the crowd. She was sprinting across the dirty floor. The distraught woman bust through the large doors and into the dark night.
Atlas shot a glare at the helpful mob. He pushed past the group to chase after Hope. He stomped his way out into the humid air and looked for her bright red curls.
"They are beautiful," a voice to his left croaked. Atlas smiled as he turned towards the Hope. She had her knees tucked into her body as she leaned her head up. She was staring off into the distance at the sky. She seemed to have calmed down as she looked at him; though the faint glisten of a tear was present in her emerald eye.
"I can't believe I forgot about the stars," she said as she fixed her vision back on the mesmerizing lights.
The moonlight was extraordinarily bright tonight. Its luminescence reflected on her clear and smooth skin. The shadows of her face were more prominent in contrast. Atlas studied her and watched a smile form on her lips,
