Hourglass

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Summary

Domitus Aeneas is the son of an uknown man . whom his fathers death was several centuries before his birth. After the explosion of Vesuvius. he finds out that his uncle has a long history behind him.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

Chapter 1

I thought it was over.

The demons that left my head left me with a short term memory.

I looked around the empty library. Strange ornaments carved into each red wooden wall . Carved in crimson and scarlet was "Te Vidimus".

That's when i understood that this was not my grandfathers library.

This belonged to Titus .

I was in the library of Titus Moridian.

My dead uncle.

The walls were made of cement , climbing ivy snaked up them like a wreath. Thousands of book columns like a labyrinth spread out before me . The room was wide and open to the sound of sparrows chirping . Over it was a magnificence dome. Covered in church stained glass of every hue of yellow and green.

I Looked around for the crown that I had lost in the portal. The cursed demons transported me so fast before i could figure out a way to say goodbye.

I cried and cursed myself as i dug my hands into the dirt of the library. There were no floor boards , just as he loved nature he wanted his own safe haven to be the same .

I smiled lovingly as I reached out to the book shelf.

i weakly stood on my spear and walked over to it. As a sky blue spiraling dust shimmered around the book , I picked it up and in his name was stained in blood.

I noticed his sword was stuck in a rock in the picture the book showed me. It sprung into the next picture of a dark oak wood door with a leaf engraved it . I furrowed my eyebrows. "What is......" i saw it standing before me then was a door.

As i opened it Titus came out , His blonde hair like glistening honey , and his moonstone amulet swung from his neck gently.

I stood there , I couldn't believe it,

was it true this was my father? He was supposed to have died centuries before my birth.

He spoke as his deep voice resonated through the cheerful evening , the library soundless .

"my son , ".

and I looked in his eyes like the lost ocean,

i understood,

the bottle had come back.