(A Sea of Blood Red)
Mars POV
I groan, but sigh in relief as I realize I'm back on the ground.
Everything in my body hurts and I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of blood red.
I try to block it out, but the horrible color doesn't leave.
I hear footsteps crunching on gravel.
I try to stand, but that only makes the pain ten-fold.
"Are you okay? And when you wake up you are tellin' me what's going on." Korri's voice says.
And I black out.
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I moan.
It feels like I'd been out of it for seconds, but it has most likely been hours.
But the pain isn't as bad.
"Hey, drama-queen, you woke up," Korri says.
Or, at least I think it was Korri, every things still fuzzy, and burning.
I don't answer, too tired to do anything.
I hate it.
"Why were you sprawled out on the ground at eight pm?"
"My dad," I mutter dryly, without thinking.
"WHAT?!"
I wince and close my eyes. "I was trying to get him to go away 'cause he does not know how to leave me alone."
I rarely let my grammar falter, yet... it did.
"Who is this person?" she says with disgust.
"Zeus."
I can nearly hear her jaw drop. "WHA???"
"Yup, he's the one you're thinking of... probably."
If two people weren't already either asleep or ready to pass out, I think she would have done the latter.
I can hear by the dead quiet she paled, and she did it well.
"O-okay. But that doesn't explain WHY YOU FELL FROM THE SKY!"
I frown. "I don't know how, or why I fell from the sky."
Then I realize what I'm saying.
"Wait, back up, I fell from the sky?" I ask as I sit up, and a heavy wave of nausea hits me.
She nods.
I wince.
"You should do that, I think you might've shatter pretty much everything in your body,"
I groan. "How do you know that?"
She frowns. "From a personal experience."
"Oh," I say dumbly.
I lay back down. "Thanks, for everything."
She smiles. "I have done nothing."
And I fall back into the haze of black.
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝕳𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝚒𝚗 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕟 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝 - STA Book One
FantasyKids who get second chances. Kids who learn of their identity. Kids... kids who don't know anything. They might never know who they actually are. Some have the faintest of a hint of a chance. Some, none. Some knew years before hand, back when they w...
