Chapter 2: At Six?
Vacuse was dead. And then he wasn’t.
He gasped awake, one hand going to his chest and the other went up as if to stop the heavens from falling on him. His chest was tight from pain and fear.
"...the Dragon roasted us alive and wanted to eat us?..."
It took a few seconds and a lot of blinking to realize that he wasn’t dead and the pain he was feeling was an illusion.
He sighed in relief and took a deep breath. He rubbed his face with his two hands. "It was all a dream."
Suddenly, he froze.
Two hands?
And what the hell happened to his voice?
Vacuse lost his left hand from the elbow down since he was a kid, chopped off in a single swing. It was one of the reasons he was terribly bullied and struggled all his life.
Even people with two hands suffered, much less him.
The sight of his two hands and the sound of his voice struck his mind like an arrow, and every realization clicked in his mind.