His head pounded, forcing him to wake up and see what caused the pain. The guy sat up, looking around while doing so. He was in an unfamiliar desert, with no clue as to how he got there. He thought it was just some strange dream, the feeling of life he had with no explanation of why he had it. The man could not remember his name, or anything else about him. All he could remember was his age, which was seventeen. On this continent he was in, you were considered an adult at the age of sixteen. The guy stood up, brushing the sand off of his clothing. He combed through his brown hair, doing the same thing he did to his clothes and tried to get the sand out even harder than he did to the clothing. The man looked in his pockets for some sign of identification, something that could tell him who he was and why he was here. Moving his fingers around the jacket's pocket, his fingers grasped a piece of paper and pulled it out and into the view of his purple eyes. It was a small slip of paper, with only two words written on it. Agent 34. Book One in the Agent 34 and the Chronicles of Renya series. Other books in the series: Book 1 | Agent 34 and the Desert of the Beasts Book 2 | Agent 34 and the Gemmed Curse Book 3 | Agent 34 and the Storm of Darkness Book 4 | Agent 34 and the Last Gem * Second Place Winner in the October Blue Rose Awards * Cover by @ElijahCole11. Check him out, he makes amazing books and story covers!
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