Strixes

Interlude: A Promise Called

The glistening waters of the Versailles Ocean seemed to stretch on forever. It was why Aaron always rode his motorcycle down the highway after school, just to catch a glimpse of its gleaming waters. At the start of May, the ocean would look so calm and peaceful. Summer was approaching, and it wouldn't be long until it was warm enough to swim in the sea.

After a second, he turned his attention back to the highway. The last thing he needed to do was crash. If he caused a scene, his dad might make good on his threat and send him to a penile town. If there was one place in Acroya he didn't want to end up, it was a penile town.

Aaron turned his turn signal on and turned down the off-ramp from the highway. He could see the sands of Sequoya beach as he drove straight into the parking lot. He searched around and found a bike rack at the far end of the lot. He cut the engine once he stopped in front of it and pushed the bike into the rack by hand.

He tapped the control screen and the four clam