Deeper Secrets from the Darker Past

After Therese and Gordon's death, I was running away from their home, crying....crying.....

I shook my head and scowled at a framed blueprint. Stupid Apollo.

''Then, I saw a house. Tired, I lay down at its porch and slept.'' After hours, I woke up to a smiling man, tall and fit, in front of me, sitting on a couch.

"How do you feel, little one?" He said kindly. I groaned, and the man frowned and stood up, towering over me.

Author's note: Definitely not finished.