Max woke with a start, sitting straight up in his bed. He felt his hand burning, and pulled it up to his face. The odd symbol that had been engraved recently had begun to glow with a bright white light. "Shit..." he muttered to himself, before quickly leaping out of bed and running to the bathroom. Getting there, he shut the door as quietly as he could, and, biting his lip to stop him from screaming out in pain, turned on the tap, holding his hand beneath it, hoping it would cool down. This was to no avail, as his hand began steaming from where the lines of the runic symbol was touched by the freezing water. A small grunt rang out from his mouth, before he realized he could no longer feel...anything in his hand. He stared back at it, seeing that it had settled down to a dull throb of light. "What the hell are you?" He murmured, holding his wrist and straining his still half-asleep eyes to study the symbol properly. To him, he saw flashes of History lessons gone by in his mind; Egyptian hieroglyphs, Celtic runes, Roman numerals...the symbol looked like it incorporated parts of them all. There was what appeared to be an ankh, with a V spliced over it. Finally, in an oval encompassing it, there was a collection of numerals and runes, all linked ti the central ankh by thin, vein-like lines. Finally, his mind drifted to the reason he was currently stood in his boxers staring at his hand: the dream. He knew it has been more than that though...real even. Realising he was shaking, he decided it would be best to sleep some more, and ponder the many questions running about his mind in the morning. Quickly and silently, he opened the bathroom door and slinked back to his room.
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~~~~~ABYSS: THE RISE~~~~~
FantasyLong, long ago, our world consisted of two planes, separated by a thin veil that could only be passed by certain people. These strange anomalies soon became known as The Chosen, able to pass knowledge between each world. However, one fateful day, ou...
