EYES FLUTTERING OPEN, a ceiling of white appeared above along with chandelier lights lined above him. The male sighed, pulling his arms from his sides, the tips of his nails digging down the comforts of his bed. “Oh...” he uttered, blue eyes on the bare sight above.
The boy studied his hand. He already knew that the room he lay unbothered on was not that belonging to the second floor, and the bed at his comfort was his pastʼs — one only to be found at his familyʼs manor. On his side was a servant who stood: light hazel curls, and soft chestnut eyes. Crynn?
“Had my wish altered the timeline?” he asked quiescently into a mumble.
“Ah! Young master Aguero, I apologise for not paying attention, but what exactly had altered the timeline?”
our altered past ፧ end ,,