Wake Up.
From Create Your Own Story
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| - | The 6:30 alarm came too soon. You groggily hit the off button on the top of your alarm and sit up slowly. You feel tired, but less then you would have expected. The entirety of the weekend was supposed to be dedicated to studying, but Christopher dragged you out to the two best parties in the city, which included whiskey, tequila, rum, and of course your weakness' sake. It's safe to say you got shitfaced both Saturday and Sunday, and now you sit in your bed on Monday morning, already wanting the day to be over. Typical. | + | The 6:30 alarm came too soon. You groggily hit the off button on the top of your alarm and sit up slowly. You feel tired, but less then you would have expected. The entirety of the weekend was supposed to be dedicated to studying, but Christopher ''(Your roommate and best friend since grade school)'', dragged you out to the two best parties in the city, which included whiskey, tequila, rum, and of course your weakness' sake. It's safe to say you got shitfaced both Saturday and Sunday, and now you sit in your bed on Monday morning, already wanting the day to be over. Typical. |
| - | Stumbling your way over to your closet, you notice that your pace is a lot better compared to other previous weekends were you made the same mistake. "Dad was right." You thought, putting gym shorts on, "you eventually build resilience to hangovers... Just four years too late." You continue on your usual path towards the bathroom, relishing in the reduced strain on your body. Once face-to-face | + | Stumbling your way over to your closet, you notice that your pace is a lot better compared to other previous weekends were you made the same mistake. "Dad was right." You thought, putting gym shorts on, "you eventually build resilience to hangovers... Just four years too late." You continue on your usual path towards the bathroom, relishing in the reduced strain on your body. Once face-to-face to your mirror, you finally see something that has never happened in your lifetime; Your golden eye was glowing. The instant you saw it, you heard a voice speak thus. |
"You are a chosen born. spawned with the blessing of which we have given you. The golden eye that you have had for all of your life has finally activated, which in turn will grace you with power no normal mortal can even think about. You are free to make the decisions with this power, but be warned. Many mortals with ranks and power will lay claim to you. Don't allow them. You are a golden eye." After the voice stops talking, you observe your eye and decide what should be done next. | "You are a chosen born. spawned with the blessing of which we have given you. The golden eye that you have had for all of your life has finally activated, which in turn will grace you with power no normal mortal can even think about. You are free to make the decisions with this power, but be warned. Many mortals with ranks and power will lay claim to you. Don't allow them. You are a golden eye." After the voice stops talking, you observe your eye and decide what should be done next. | ||
*[[Continue your day normally until you feel the need to test this power]] | *[[Continue your day normally until you feel the need to test this power]] | ||
| - | *[[jump out the window]] | + | *[[The Secrets Trapped In The Golden Eye- jump out the window|jump out the window]] |
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Revision as of 07:57, 29 April 2020
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The 6:30 alarm came too soon. You groggily hit the off button on the top of your alarm and sit up slowly. You feel tired, but less then you would have expected. The entirety of the weekend was supposed to be dedicated to studying, but Christopher (Your roommate and best friend since grade school), dragged you out to the two best parties in the city, which included whiskey, tequila, rum, and of course your weakness' sake. It's safe to say you got shitfaced both Saturday and Sunday, and now you sit in your bed on Monday morning, already wanting the day to be over. Typical.
Stumbling your way over to your closet, you notice that your pace is a lot better compared to other previous weekends were you made the same mistake. "Dad was right." You thought, putting gym shorts on, "you eventually build resilience to hangovers... Just four years too late." You continue on your usual path towards the bathroom, relishing in the reduced strain on your body. Once face-to-face to your mirror, you finally see something that has never happened in your lifetime; Your golden eye was glowing. The instant you saw it, you heard a voice speak thus.
"You are a chosen born. spawned with the blessing of which we have given you. The golden eye that you have had for all of your life has finally activated, which in turn will grace you with power no normal mortal can even think about. You are free to make the decisions with this power, but be warned. Many mortals with ranks and power will lay claim to you. Don't allow them. You are a golden eye." After the voice stops talking, you observe your eye and decide what should be done next.
