Under the clear looking sky made bright by the radiant full moon sat a guy with two bottles of alcohol at his two hands. He looked frustrated as he gulped down each drink in one go. His silver hair sparkled under the moon's light, making him look like a demi-god, while discarding his countenance.
" You can't keep doing this to yourself Silver, you will only get hurt more. " A voice spoke from behind him. This only got him infuriated as he struggled to get up and keep walking to God-knows-where. That was unsuccessful though as he fell, still with the bottles.
" Here, let me help you up. " The voice spoke again, offering a hand. Silver looked up to the hand and could only see a reflection of his self. He rubbed his eyes thinking he was hallucinating, but hell, it was real! His image was literally standing in front of him, offering him a hand with a different voice.
He stared at the face of his image and asked with a furrowed brow " Who are you? and how did you know my name?". He gulped, his drunken state giving him off.
Immediately the image transformed to an old man dressed in full white, with long white hair. Now he seemed like a real god.
" You should clean up yourself first. We have the entire night to talk. " The man replied and in the blink of an eye, Silver found himself in a room.
" Holy Moly! Where... am I? " he yelled, frightened. The man just rolled his eyes and murmured. ' This, definitely would use a lot of work! '.
" Clean up yourself and come for dinner. " The old man said while walking out the room.
" Hey you can't leave me like... this is... *gulps* kidnapping! " Silver said and lay flatly on the bed beside him as he could no longer find his bottles of alcohol.
Soon the memories started flooding up. He couldn't help but cry. He had lost all hope! He failed his first and final awakening! He had disappointed everyone around him! His poor mother, his little sister, his father, everyone! Why would the heavens count him unlucky? After much effort he had applied, why was he so unfortunate? He couldn't bear the shame and left the house to a place he barely knows, where he met this weird old man.
Soonest he slept off, and a sigh was heard at the living room, from a man who was apparently reading newspapers.
" What did the heavens see in him anyway? He's just like an ordinary guy, who just want to impress all around him. " The old man sighed and went to his room, bringing out a stack of books from his mini library and placing it on his desk.
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Silver felt a severe headache as he sat upright on his bed. He twitched his face while getting through the pain when a rumbling sound from his stomach made him realize how hungry he was. He came down from his bed looking for his flop. He felt confused as he couldn't remember removing it from its position. He looked. around the room and felt it was unfamiliar. That's when all the memories of last night flooded his head. He sighed and decided to get breakfast first.
Hee climbed down the stairs and could see as vivid structure of the house. He could see different paintings of nature and people, who seemed like gods or superheroes. There was one that caught his eyes. It was a boy with a long silver hair holding a dagger in his two hands crossing them at his face and giving a deadly smirk. Underneath the painting were words written in Greek.
Before then he had noticed that the old man wasn't at the house. He helped himself with the kitchen and made fried eggs for himself. He had already set up his mind to go home that morning, but not without knowing who the old man was. He waited till noon and the old man wasn't still back. He ran out of patience and started touring round the ancient looking house. Not like he expected any modern thing in the old man's house.
After a while, it was already evening and the old man was still not back. He decided to leave, dropping a thank you weirdo letter on one of the paintings and left for the road, trying his best to recall the directions to his house.