Ambrose Godfrey had always been the curious type. He and his little brother shared the same interests in stories about fantasy and magic. Their rooms are piled high with story books that tell of legendary creatures that lurk in murky waters, or beasts that roam the cloudy grey sky. You could find one about mythical beings that hide and live in the woods, or the sirens that dwell in the vast sea. Every night, Ambrose, who was of 17 years of age, would sit his younger brother down and read to him tales of mythical and legendary heroes and beasts.
Personally, Ambrose has always found these mythical beasts fascinating. Whether it was the typical Minotaur from Ancient Greece, the Werewolf of Literature, or even as far as the Tikbalang, which was a creature of Philippine mythology. Centaurs, satyrs, sphynx, fairies, goblins, trolls, or even orcs. These creatures fascinated the young and curious teenager, that he wished that one day, he ought to meet one for himself, if they do exist.
BUT, what Ambrose didn't know, was that he was about to meet one very very soon, and in a way not anyone would expect...
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As Ambrose made his way down from school, he passed by an old park. Although, it seemed to him that this park was indeed no ordinary park. It seemed very old, but he just witnessed it for the first time. He swears he has been down this road before, and not once did he pass by this park. The walls surrounding the park were mossy, and were made of very ancient stone. The gate was made of rusty iron, and it seemed to be broken, as the bars were swaying back and forth in the wind.
Being the curious fellow that he was, Ambrose decided to enter the park and idle for a while. Though it seemed unecessary, Ambrose wanted to catch a break for a while before returning home, where his ass of a stepfather lived. His younger brother, Andrew, has been at home all day, sick, so Ambrose wasn't worried of where he might be.
It was indeed a chilly November night. Ambrose was wearing two layers of clothes: a hoodie and a jacket. He rubbed his hands together, and as he exhaled, chilly puffy air seemed to come out of his mouth. As the sun set, Ambrose readied himself to leave. But all of a sudden, a wisp of light catches his eye. In the woods, there seemed to be something floating. A drop of light, as it may seem, and quite strangely, Ambrose felt drawn to it. He couldn't explain why, but he wanted to follow that floating light. He got up, and as if in a trance, he ran to the floating drop of light. As he approached nearer, he held out his hands and tried to catch it, but failed instead, as the drop of floating light escaped his grasp and went deeper into the woods. Ambrose, not himself, chased the drop of floating light deeper into the woods. And the drop of light itself was taunting him. Eventually, it haltd on a small mound of earth. Ambrose slowly approached the drop of floating light, and when he got the chance, he held out his hands and caught glowing little light...
All of a sudden, the golden light seemed to envelop him. Everywhere, all throughout his body, the light surrounded him, and it looked like golden glowing clouds in the dark dark night. The light disintegrated his clothes, leaving him naked. Ambrose didn't know what to do; he tried to scream for help, but he was too caught up in the moment to utter a single word. He was trapped, naked, in the cold dark woods in the night, surrounded by flowing golden light that enveloped him.
A part of the light flowed out from the main light surrounding him, and as Ambrose eyes widened, the golden light turned itself into a...