Tears streamed down his youthful face uncontrollably, he could do nothing to hold them back. His brain, mind, entire reality felt as if it was undoing right before him. He was unable to fully comprehend what He had told him, his conscious would not allow it, it was simply too much to handle. He collapsed from his armchair gasping for breath, vision blurred so much that he could not tell up from down or left from right. He began choking and grabbed at his throat desperately as his sight began to spiral into a blurry darkness. Finally he vomited violently and slouching to his side, all spun into pitch black. One name suddenly all that is in his thoughts as he fades from consciousness, The Draughtsman.
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The Draughtsman
Science FictionDaniel has been the chosen to do something world changing, elected to lead the world into a new era, coerced into it by his father. But what will happen when all he's been taught is left in tatters, will blind faith override logic? Or can he believe...
