Modern City, Fantasy Apocalypse
He touched the jade pendant on his chest, the only keepsake his father had left him. The pendant was a rich green, engraved with intricate patterns that glimmered faintly in the morning light. Ever since he started wearing it, he had been having that strange dream.
“Ring, ring, ”
The shrill alarm broke his train of thought. Lin Mo glanced at the time. Seven o’clock. He hurriedly pulled on his school uniform, grabbed his backpack, and rushed out. It was the first day of his senior year, and he couldn’t afford to be late.
The early autumn breeze carried a hint of chill as Lin Mo rode his bicycle beneath the shade of the plane trees. Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting mottled shadows over him. He narrowed his eyes and savored this brief moment of peace.
