The Sclarravia Chronicles;markone.

" Mr Lucious, it is 6 AM. Mr Lucious.. "1

With a sudden convulsion, Tristan Lucious awoke to the drone of his alarm. If this were a normal morning, he may have switched off the alarm, pulled the covers tighter to his chest and curled back into slumber.2

This was not a normal morning.3

"Mr Lucious. Message request for current time - six hours and ten seconds. Academy meeting scheduled for 11 AM. Priority one. "4

Still drowsy from his sudden awakening, Tristan spend several seconds to fully comprehend the computerised voice that was echoing around his apartment. Light began to trickle in from the window, as skylamps in the Fifth District blazed into life. The sudden change of lighting roused his senses - for a second the man believed he was dreaming of heaven, but ever too quickly the shrill of the computer filled his ears, repeating its message.5

And Tristan rose, upright, frozen.6

Cold sweat poured from his ridged skin as he took in the information being reeled of to him. Today. The feel of his sweat woke him more, and after a minute he was both drenched and alert. The Sunlight evaporated his fear away and soon he felt crisp and unclean - but still all manner of movement escaped him, as his mind overloaded with terror, gripping his heart.7

I must move.