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The wind was blowin hard and I kneeled down. I was tired and felt stuck cos of my mistakes. I wanted to live but I just made death. Life give me pain only.
The sky was dark but lite come in small hole. The lite no make me feel good. It show bad things I no want to see.
I feel heavy from old things. The world cold and not fair. Old stuff make me sad.
I walk in busy street in Athens. I see old bag shiny. Old lady want it but I mad. I take bag and say it mine.
The man sell look scared but give me bag.
My heart beat fast when I run home. I scared but want to know. People say curiosity kill cat but I want know.
I open bag but nothing at first. Then loud noise. Floor break and ghost come out. It grab me and pull me to dark.
I fall not down but inside.
Dark no empty.
It call me.
Light man come out. He called Patronis, last guard of Atlantis. He show me old temples underwater. We go to old tomb.
Ground open again and I fall.
But I not hit ground.
I land on soft light.
I hear voices.
They no blame me.
They want remember.
Voice say:
"You no fall.
You get call."
I stop confuse.
I ready now.
I ready to face past and me.
I ready find truth.
I ready stop run.
I ready face it.
