"Kronm klank", the sound of the prison gates as they flung wide open. A tall man, moderately built, with beards quite long as that of the Vikings walked out with swift feet and a look of desperation, anger and revenge constantly emerging from his fiery eyes. His hair was really long and rough, a result of days running into years and decades of confinement within this thick bars of iron. Still in shock, he came out and stood outside the prison gates, staring into the whole where he had spent quite a number of his years. "Hurry, we don't have much time", another man who was really huge and quite bestowed with charming looks, pulled him from whatever horrid thoughts were dancing in his mind. They hurried through the dark balcony, long enough, and seemingly endless as they inhaled the smell of something that might have been dust, or clay as they passed by bodies of soldiers, guards who were either passed out or dead."Push, look at me… Look at me and push!", said the midwife with unearth

In a battle where ashes and blood were all in the air and choked the oxygen, Drake found himself right in the middle of it all. He was dressed as every other soldier on the battle field who either resembled a Barbarian or an Ancient Greek warrior. Drake just stood on a point, in awe of this carnage that unfolded right before his eyes and shock now finding its way into his veins. The battle didn't get any lighter, as skulls were finding their way either into the skies of terror or the ground that just kept swallowing bodies in their numbers. Still in that moment, a man, armoured from his helmet to his sandals threw a javelin; a long stick that had the mouth of an arrow, right into Drake's heart from a distance more than 50 feet away. "Ahh!" This was the only sound the dying Drake could spit out as blood poured right through his mouth as his knees went right to the ground on their own accord. He wasn't breathing fine anymore, with tears rolling down his dusty cheeks that had ash

It was a Tuesday morning and Drake was still in bed. He was in an awkward position, with one hand on his head and the other leg almost down to the floor of the bed. He woke up slowly, realizing that he was going to be late for school. "Shit! I really did sleep well last night", he said as he yawned and stood on his feet. He turned to the table where he had his phone and checked the time was 7:35. He waited by the side of the table for a while, just glancing into open space cluelessly. After almost a minute of this awkwardness, he hurried into the bathroom where he started his routine as he opened the shower to run its course above his head. In the bathroom, he felt something different, he always felt peace before, but now, he felt excited about today, maybe it had something to do with his APP class or maybe with the new girl. He came out of the bathroom wrapped in his towel from his waist to his legs as he picked out his clothes for today. He turned to look at the table be

Drake was weak and fell right on the toilet's seat like paper being flung into open space. Right before they started to throw their boldly designed fists on to his body, he felt something as he shut his eyes anticipating the incoming pain. He felt silence, yet noise. He felt some kind of heat flashing right before his face and now he opened his eyes. Drake was in his bed, in his room. He was back to hours before the toilet scene happened. He was speechless, confused and his brain just kept making up a million stories with less than a hundred proofs. "It must have been a concussion. I must have been punched badly on the head", he said to himself as he put his two hands on his face as he felt pain fixed on it. "I knew it, I was hit in the face, but how come that's all I remember?", he asked himself with an unfamiliar puzzled look on his face. As if this version of a quagmire wasn't hefty enough, he glanced at his room and saw scenes of movement; every move he had made, ever

"That is quite something. I doubt if I'd have had enough air to breathe in considering all the spree of words and all." Drake smiled and Alessia slightly chuckled too. "It's puzzling that we meet people around the same age and yet we are million light years apart in our view of the world." Drake said with a rather philosophical look which Alessia seemed to enjoy. Her phone rang and it was her mum, so she picked anxiously. "Baby, I'm here already. Sorry for keeping you waiting" Her mum said honestly. "It's okay. I will be there in a minute" Alessia said with a smile on her cheeks. "My mum is here already. See you around?" "Yeah. Bye" Drake replied with a warm look. He stayed there trying to embrace the air, all of it in that moment as she left through the door. Thoughts decided to flood his head space to give him unsolicited company and he let out a brief smile. He picked up his bag and left the building too with his earpiece in his ear, playing nothing but list