AAMON'S REIGN

CHAPTER 2

 

Aamon experienced a sudden lighter sensation, as if he were floating on a cloud, while simultaneously sensing his soul transcend his body. He was fully aware of his own death, knowing how he fell from the vast expanse between the roof deck and the ground. 

He believed that the emotions overwhelming him were akin to the end of life itself. Just as he was on the verge of surrender, a radiant glow emanated from within his chest. The brilliance of the light illuminated every corner. 

He couldn't believe his eyes as he realized the source of the light was exactly where his amulet had been. He fondly recalled receiving the precious gift from his parents, cherishing it, and safeguarding it for a decade.

He let out a sigh of discomfort as he experienced a sudden jolt, feeling his spirit being forcefully drawn back into his body. His breathing became erratic, as if he had been unexpectedly shocked. 

Aamon’s heart pounded like a drum, filling him with renewed vitality. Bewildered and disoriented, he grappled with the inexplicable fact that he was still alive, despite believing he had met his demise. 

"What's going on with my body?" Aamon pondered silently as the radiant glow persisted. He felt a surge of extraordinary powers coursing through his body, and his injuries began to mend. 

He sensed the excruciating pain of his bones fracturing and then miraculously realigning themselves. It was evident that the impact of the fall had caused extensive damage. Aamon couldn't help but let out a piercing scream as he felt the excruciating torment coursing through his body. 

His voice was drowned out by the blinding light and the chaotic events unfolding around him. Aamon was overwhelmed by the intense pain, causing him to lose consciousness before the power could fully integrate with his body. 

"Aamon," a voice startled him from his slumber, leaving him in awe of the surreal events unfolding before him. Time seemed to have slipped away during his unconsciousness, adding to the mystique of the situation. 

"Aamon, it's time to wake up! Can you hear me? Get up, Aamon!” The voice startled him from his sleep, causing Aamon to groan in discomfort as he fought to regain consciousness. 

Then as he opened his eyes, He spotted an unfamiliar woman in a pristine white coat looming above him. Her origins were a mystery, yet her expression conveyed a sense of relief upon discovering Aamon’s survival. 

As soon as Aamon regained consciousness, a wave of jubilation swept through the crowd. The crowd erupted in applause and couldn't contain their relief and surprise as they discussed the extraordinary event they had just witnessed involving a boy who had been on the brink of death. 

"Do you have any idea what just happened to you, Aamon?" The woman inquired, yet Aamon remained fixated on her, unable to utter a word as he grappled with the overwhelming complexity of the situation. 

He found it impossible, but somehow his eyes was fixated on the amulet that’s glowing on him. He couldn’t believe it. How could a simple amulet possibly have such a profound impact on his survival? 

“Well, you managed to recover completely on your own from a rather severe injury, which is quite extraordinary. Such occurrences are quite rare, you know.” The woman provided an explanation, to which Aamon simply nodded in understanding.

She approached him, eager to examine his body, but Aamon was certain that their efforts would be in vain. He understood that there was no specific medical diagnosis for the unusual occurrence he experienced. 

A strange amulet saved his life, and he vowed to keep it a secret at all costs, fearing that other people might want its power.

Over time, and despite doing a lot of tests and exams, the doctors still could not find anything wrong with Aamon's body. Eventually, they reached a point of resignation and accepted that there might really be cases that even science failed to explain.

"Unfortunately, our search yielded no results, so you are free to discharge from the hospital and continue with your everyday routine." The doctor gave him the go-ahead, and Aamon felt a surge of joy as he returned to the university. 

As soon as he got back into the university, the first thing that he thought about was Venice. 

Anticipation filled his heart, hoping for another encounter where they could engage in meaningful conversation. However, his expectations were shattered when he entered his classroom. 

He was completely astonished by the sight before him. Bruce sat in his usual chair with Venice nestled comfortably in his lap.

They were sharing laughter, their embrace revealing a sense of closeness that Aamon couldn't ignore.

“No way, A-Aamon?!”

Bruce was completely oblivious to Aamon's presence until someone happened to mention his name, causing Bruce to finally lay eyes on him. His expression twisted into a scowl upon discovering that Aamon had somehow managed to survive. 

The other members of the bully gang were filled with fear upon witnessing Aamon's return. However, they remained silent, afraid of facing any inquiries or consequences. A look of shock crossed Bruce's face as he laid eyes on Aamon. 

Only Aamon held the secret to the twisted fate that befell him. 

Bruce was overwhelmed with the horror he caused, unwilling to hear Aamon recount the incident of accidentally pushing him off the roof deck and his supposed death. 

In response, Bruce quickly stood up. 

He angrily approached Aamon and grabbed him by his shirt, dragging him up to the roof deck, where the rest of his gang and Venice followed. Once they all arrived, he forcefully shoved Aamon to the side.

Aamon's hand tightened, the remnants of power coursing through his veins. He couldn't deny the transformation within him—no longer the timid soul he once was, all thanks to his newfound power. 

"What on earth are you doing here?!" Bruce glared at him, but Aamon remained composed, not seeking conflict and simply grateful to be alive and back at the university.

"Why are you asking why I'm here?" Aamon replied, "What is it that you want from me now?" He added, but Bruce simply growled before tugging at Aamon once more.

He gripped his neck as if he were on the verge of strangling him, but Aamon remained still and unfazed, leaving Bruce with no option but to let go. 

Bruce was frustrated that Aamon had suddenly found the courage to challenge him and inquire about things, which he had never done before due to his timidity. 

                                                                     

"I'll say this once," Bruce said with a sneer, his teeth clenched. "You better keep quiet about what happened on the rooftop that night." He completed it.