CHAPTER 2 :SURPRISE

Third person POV

In the dimly lit room, the cold air clung to the shadows as the person slowly awoke from their slumber within the confines of a coffin. With an eerie silence, the lid creaked open, revealing a figure with chiseled features and an otherworldly handsomeness.

His eyes, a mesmerizing blend of dark red

and the warm hues of the sun, flickered open, adjusting to the subdued light.

A chill resonated in his voice as he spoke, "I am thirsty." The words echoed in the confined space, carrying an undertone of a mysterious origin.

As he emerged, his jet-black hair fell in disarray, framing his pale complexion that seemed untouched by the passage of time.

The room remained shrouded in darkness, emphasizing the contrast with his striking appearance.

The handsome stranger stood, a spectral silhouette in the muted glow, his eyes reflecting a unique blend of darkness and the fiery warmth of the sun.

First person pov

As I traverse through the mysterious darkness, childhood memories paint vivid scenes in my mind.

The carefree days of laughter and sunlight contrast sharply with the adult I've become.

It's as if the past and present converge in this shadowy realm, where my heightened ability to see guides me forward.

The absence of walls intensifies the surreal atmosphere, emphasizing the echo of footsteps and whispers of distant recollections.

Determined, I press on, driven by an innate curiosity to understand how the library and my childhood memories intertwine with the adult standing in this enigmatic space.

I walk toward a black door adorned with strange patterns.

The intricate designs glow eerily in the dark. A mix of curiosity and apprehension fills me as I approach, feeling an unspoken invitation to uncover the secrets behind this mysterious entrance.

The patterns seem to whisper forgotten tales, urging me to unlock the door and discover what lies beyond.

Despite the eerie surroundings and the enigma of the door before me, an unexpected calm settles within. My thoughts remain clear and composed, a steady anchor in the midst of uncertainty. With a tranquil mind, I contemplate the patterns on the door, determined to understand their significance and unruffled by the mysterious atmosphere that surrounds me.

Approaching the black door, it starts emitting light and opens, revealing a pathway bathed in gentle light. The patterns on the door shimmer with an inviting glow, guiding my way forward. Curiosity and calm intertwine as I step through, ready to explore the mysteries that lie beyond.

The door opens to a sunlit hallway. Moving forward, I come across another door, plain and ordinary, with no fancy patterns.

I hear people chatting on the other side.

It's a stark contrast to the surreal atmosphere I've been navigating.

Contemplating my next move, I stand at the door, wondering what awaits on the other side.

Third person POV

In a kindom of verdia.A majestic castle stands tall with gleaming golden and white hues, basking in the warm embrace of sunlight.

In the room filled with files and papers, a stunning woman is diligently working, accompanied by a maid.

Suddenly, a commotion erupts, and the maid urgently enters, exclaiming, "Madam, the door to His Highness's chamber is destroyed."

To be continued