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Aboron: The Elusive World of Adventure

[Strong language and scene: be advised.] Imagine a group of unlikely characters: a hapless boy, a shy girl, a homeless man with a mysterious power, and an underground high school society. What could possibly go wrong? Tom, a desperate bullying victim, encounters a timid Cacey for the first time in the school canteen. Tom was in need of something that Cacey possessed, and Cacey was in need of someone to rescue her from an uncomfortable situation. Despite its brevity, the meeting leaves an indelible mark on both individuals. To Tom, Cacey becomes the savior he will always admire. Accidental interactions with Cacey continue to impress and captivate Tom. Tom encounters the enigmatic homeless man Edward Lesseter Holmes, who promises to take him to a realm called Aboron. This encounter, however, turns his and Cacey's lives upside down. After the disappearance of the homeless man behind a dimensional curtain, Tom kept experiencing bizarre events. He finds himself in a land of snow, fettered and wounded in freezing cold weather, when he is right inside his very own room. Cacey keeps experiencing events from the life of a mysterious battle princess, Aurelia. Cacey, once a timid girl, suddenly becomes the nightmare of the bullies. They both keep having doubts about what is real and what is not. In the meantime, without their knowledge, they end up on the Syndicate's hit list. Angus Balfour, the meticulous villain, has a very sinister plan for them. What will happen to them? What awaits them in Aboron? Will they be able to survive the evil of Ogologos High? Join them as they set out on an adventure brimming with transformations, blood-curdling vengeance, and otherworldly powers. Instagram for wallpapers and illustrations of my novels: Mashuk_Musafir23

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The Day of The Incident

#On the Way to Ogologos High

Janis was unmindful of the flashes of headlights from the oncoming traffic. She simply kept gazing at something far in the distance. She did not feel the occasional stops and then moves of the cab. She was clutching onto her handbag and the umbrella. She wasn’t even thinking about anything. She was just staring at the atmosphere outside the side windows, blurred and fogged by warmth inside and coolness outside. She used her index finger to write on the misty window. She wrote, “Tom.”

It was clear. Even if she was not thinking anything, her dear son occupied the entirety of her being. He was the only thing that kept her going—enduring all the abuse from her husband. Tom was her lighthouse in a dark ocean, a bright moon in the darkest hour of the night. He was the only thing that made her smile. Tom was her salvation.