Astron's Cry: Prologue

(Sorry. It's just a headstart. I'm soooo bored.)

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Lucky's POV

On the rooftop of Hyperion’s cabin, I sat quietly. I was waiting for sunrise. Soft breezes fluttered by. There was no noise except the trees yawning and rustling their leaves, stretching back and forth with the flow of the wind. I looked on the eastern horizon as a single sunbeam shot out against the midnight blue sky, turning a tuft of cloud violet-pink. The half of the sun peeked out from afar, more rays streaking, the sky brightening. I smiled as I feel my icy cheeks melt, sunlight hitting my face.

A flurry of activity began to rise along with the sun. A few campers were heading for an early breakfast, and maybe some early training. They were loudly chatting as if they had never slept. I gave a small sigh. Well, so much for peace.

I began to slide off the roof to join them and eat. But a shriek stopped me halfway. I could see that the campers were pointing east, looking quite frazzled. I turned to the direction of their fingers.

To my horror, I could see the sun, which just rose to greet morning, slowly dropping. Oh no. First the moon, now the sun?!

A few more screams broke out in the camp. I finally slid from the roof and opened the door to my cabin. My brother, Josh McLean, was happily snuggled in his bed, sound asleep in his blue pajamas.

“Josh!” I tried to wake him up.

Epic fail. I tried yelling his name numerous times and shoving him quite violently. He gave a small, almost-inaudible moan, and lifted his head a few inches. I took a sharp intake of break. He’s waking up.

Then he dropped off to sleep again. I groaned. My fingers closed on a pillow, and I threw it at him. He didn’t budge. I yelled in frustration and began taking some pillows and continuously throwing those at him. We are in big trouble and all he did was sleep.

“Oh, come on!” I gave his bed a kick. It wobbled furiously and Josh dropped off and hit head-first on the floor.

“Uh-oh.” I whispered. Hopefully, he wouldn’t get a concussion and make matters worse.

Josh rose abruptly and scratched the bump on his head. “What?!” He snapped.

“Come out and see.” I said in a harried voice. He stood up and ran to the window.

“Holy-“Josh’s eyes bulged when he saw the setting sun in just 6:30 A.M in the morning.

I nodded. He finally saw the big problem. “I know, right.”

“What are we going to do?” He said thoughtfully. I didn’t speak. I knew he was talking to himself. Then, he snapped his fingers.

Well, it means he got an idea. (Duh.)

“It’s time to call the train.” He said in a satisfied tone.

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