Continued from Welcome to the League…
Samuel stood on his rooftop terrace, watching the sun rise in the east. Even after three days, Dominic’s words were still echoing in his ears. “There’s more to life than rushing between jobs and alcohol, Samuel.” He had pulled him aside shortly after introducing him to a group of people who called themselves “Guardians.”
Samuel had shaken his head. “No, it can’t be. You’re not my brother. My brother died three years ago. You’re just a hallucination of him.”
“But I am here. We…”
“I don’t care who or what you are.” Samuel interrupted. “You are going to let me go and you’re going to let me go now.”
Dominic had put up his hands. “Alright, just so you know, there’re darkness even in the brightest places.” He waved a hand and someone opened the door. Samuel glanced at Dominic once more before walking out of that warehouse.
Samuel shook his head, no, he thought, that’s not Dominic. It’s impossible. He had died in that accident three years ago. There were no survivors. Mom and dad had seen the body themselves, they were devastated.
And yet I’m right here. Samuel jumped and quickly looked around, Dominic was standing behind him.
How did he get up here?
His mouth twisted in a smirk. “Sometimes, your thoughts are louder than your words.” He said.
All the questions seemed to have escaped his mind that moment. He gulped and stuttered. “H-how did you know w-what I was thinking?”
“I told you, I’m a Guardian. We have special abilities. You will too, all you have to do is step into the light.”