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CHAPTER 1

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“Gracia…Gracia…Gracia…” he heard the whispers echoing in his head. A black beast stared at him from a distance, as it puffed smoke from its nostrils. It had red eyes and a spiked tail. Suddenly, it stood up on its four claws and began racing towards him.

He knew what to do and so he opened his eyes. Sometimes optimism does tell you what’s real and what’s not. He got up from his bed and saw numerous bottles scattered in the room. A light headache brought in vague memories of last night. Surprisingly, the room was weirdly silent and he couldn’t hear his dad cleaning up.

He got up and made his way towards the door kicking the bottles on the way, as they clicked with each other. He was heavily built and tall. He slid the heavy door with one hand and that’s when reality hit him. He looked at the empty view as little patches of fire burnt here and there. The homes were deserted. Distant fields on the hills were emitting out smoke as the grass lands were now pitch black in color.

He made his way on the road spotting flags, bottles and shreds of clothing fallen on the ground. He picked up a flag, it said “Hail Goddess Gracia!” .The winds made the flag flutter and he saw blood stains on its other side.

That’s when he asked himself “What the fuck happened last night?”

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...And so I kick start #StorySeptember. Will be rolling this story all through September. This is just an attempt to push the envelope and break my own creative boundaries. Lets see how it goes. Comments welcomed. =)