I woke up and touched my cheek, my scar wasn't open like I had thought it would be. Lucky said that it might open in the night since it was only a month old. I looked around and realised I somehow got out to the beach. . .
That's right! I remembered now. I'd woken up earlier because of a headache and had come down here to gather my thoughts about the party I went to five days ago. It hadn't been much fun, a lot of name calling involved.
Then I really took in my surroundings.
I yelped in fright, there, in front of me, half hiding behind a tree, was a boy around my age. I couldn't see his face very well and I got up, shuffling towards him slowly.
"Who are you?" I asked slowly but precisely.
The boy looked at his hands and I saw a flash of something roll down his cheek. A tear? I wasn't sure.
"My name is Apollo Marelle, and you saved my life Ares."
YOU ARE READING
Dark Hour
ParanormalAres lives on the coast waiting for something to happen as nightmares haunt her night and day. Then, when an irrevocable accident occurs, a single boy hears her cries and mysteriously heals her. He claims to be Apollo, named after the God of the Sun...
