Legacy of the Unawakened
idge, a small town where everyone knew everyone else's business, he had mastered the art of blending in
a room just by walking into it. Jamie, on the other hand, was quieter but sharp-witted, often serving as the voice of reason when Max's jok
school. The leaves had begun to change, painting the ground with a carpet of reds and go
" Max shouted, laughing wh
nned, tossing the ball back
been rusty for years, man. Maybe if you g
At seventeen, it wasn't exactly something he was proud of, but he also wasn't ready to r
ng eighteen next week, right? Better h
t the factory and his mom juggling two jobs to keep the bills paid. At home, he was mostly left to his own devices, which meant spending
over him. Eighteen. An age where people expected him to have it all figured out. But Scott felt like
nravel-and something ancient and powerful was waiti
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g than his waking life. His small room was cluttered with posters of fantasy landscapes and superheroes, a quiet testament to
st is ready," s
t the kitchen table, his mom smiled tiredly, handing him a pl
ood. "Yeah. I just hope I don
and squeezed his hand. "You
eard conversations. Max and Jamie found
e game Friday?" M
"Probably. Gotta
need a break, dude. Don
t just at school, but in life. His parents often reminded him to think about
spot by the creek. The air was crisp, filled with
d?" Max teased, tossing
I said, waiting fo
her. Just don't let us catc
ut beneath the surface, a strange feeling was growing-a pull he couldn't explain.
made a silent promise to himself: whateve
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lighthearted, but sometimes he wondered if they truly understood him. They joked about his "innocence" like it was some kind of joke,
g, watching the clouds roll by. His phone buzzed-it was a message f
dinners were rare but im
cept for the clinking of cutlery. His
you thought abo
le. "I'm looking i
"Whatever you choos
osters again-worlds where heroes lived and magic was real. He
n him. He felt like something was waiting just beneath the surface, s
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