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The Lost Paradise

My life is boring. My people are boring. And I am desperate to change it. Desperate. You hear me? My Mother is a Leader of OneGov. My Father - is dead. Mixed with nature. And my world is overtaken by the OneGov. My life continues to be boring until one day... One day, my best friend shows me the hidden Academy of rebels. Then, my life turns. My life turns to be adventurous. That's what I wanted, right? ...until I fell in love... ...and until... the paradise was lost...

RealPirateKing · Sci-fi
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14 Chs

Who Sends Letter These Days?

I get up from my bed. Close the book. Neatly place it inside of the hidden chamber of my closet. Pete watches the entire process without saying a word. I get out from my room and head downstairs.

The doorbell rings again when I'm in front of the door. I look at the security camera.

No one is there.

I open the door. No one. I look down. An envelope.

Who exchanges letters these days?

Bending down, I pick the envelope up. Then I go in and close the door.

Pete Erudite. The envelope reads.

The letter is for Pete? Then why did it land in front of my door?

Strange.

I contemplated opening it and reading what's written inside but I ended up handing it to him.

He gives me a quizzical look.

"Somebody left this letter for you," I say.

"Who?"

"I dunno. Opened the door and poof!" I say, "No one was there."

"Who exchanges letters these days?" he says, taking the letter, "Ain't it history already?"

"My point exactly."

He reads his name on the envelope, "It says my name!" he exclaims.

"Yes, Dumbo, that's how I knew it's for you," I roll my eyes.

He continues to stare at the envelope.

"Open it already," truth to be told, I'm curious to see what's written inside. Just a little bit. Okay... a lot.

I open my closet. Open the hidden chamber. Grab Lolita and sit down on my bed. Eyes on Pete.

Pete looks at me and hesitates for a moment.

"C'mon!" I say, my patience wearing thin, "It's not an email that if you open it, your computer will be under virus attack."

As soon as I finish talking, Pete tears the letter open. He unfolds the paper inside and starts to read. Frowning in concentration.

A minute passes by.

Pete extends his hands to me, letter in his hand. I take it. His face looks confused. I start to read.

Dear Mr. Erudite,

For current circumstances, I can not describe everything in this letter. But we are inviting you to visit Dragon Street. It's up to you to decide if you will be present in due time or not.

You, dear sir, are allowed to bring one friend with you. No weapon and tracking devices allowed. We hope you will make the correct decision.

Place : Dragon Street. Beside the lamp-post.

Time : 8:30 am. Tomorrow.

Yours always,

H.P. Lovewood.

Chief General, Operation two-oh-three.

I read the letter again. And again. It remains the same. No words change.

I look at Pete. He isn't looking at me.