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Chapter 1
It was a pleasant evening in the quaint little town of Mauverton when almost-seventeen-year-old Schuyler Raverton was returning home after treating himself to some pastries from his favorite local bakery. He was also carrying a couple of parcels for his parents, especially his mother who had a bit of a sweet-tooth. The only Raverton child, a genius in all regards, was home for his spring break opting to spend time with his parents and researching rather than partying and frolicking with his low-IQ peers at the university. The wind was soothing and nature was showering its blessings as varied colored flowers were filling the air with their fragrance. Spring was Schuyler’s favorite season, especially if he got the time to spend it in the countryside.
Today felt especially different, though. The moment Schuyler stepped outside his house he had something of an epiphany. He ignored the thrumming in his chest that was indicative of something special, although he believed that the world was full of lives that were interwoven and what they called the gut-feeling was in fact unconscious mind calculating the sequence of happenings.
By the time Schuyler had finished his errands and bought the sweets, he had forgotten all about his hunch; that is until he came across a children’s park. Suddenly, Schuyler felt a strong pull at his navel and the said pull became stronger and stronger until it was so painful that the teenager instinctively dropped the bag of treats and keeled over clutching his stomach. He did not understand what was happening but soon he found himself moving towards a child who was playing and laughing in the park. Although there were many other kids, Schuyler only saw that one young boy and was moving closer to him as if he was being pulled by an invisible rope. Schuyler remained in daze as he acknowledged how beautiful the child was, with long brunet curls and rosy chubby cheeks. The kid who must be somewhere around five or six years old was laughing and playing, mostly running after butterflies and bugs with a small jar in his plump hands. Schuyler had never experienced this feeling before. He couldn’t understand why he found the child so mesmerizing. He suddenly wanted to know the kid, see his eyes, feel the softness of his shining curls, pick him up, toss him in the air, see him laugh carelessly… Schuyler abruptly stopped his progress and shook his head to clear his thoughts. He didn’t know what to do, he was sure he was no child molester, but this feeling was too strong to ignore.
The child stiffened suddenly and turned to face Schuyler who was now only a couple of steps away. Schuyler, involuntarily crouched down to the child’s height, unknowing of any surroundings. Both of them stood still as their eyes met, as if they were unable to move. Schuyler couldn’t believe how amazingly clear and deep the child’s eyes were, they were like blue green deep pools of sea. He had no idea how long the two of them were staring at each other, when the child did something unexpected. The child extended his hand as if to touch Schuyler, which broke the older boy out of his trance. He slowly reached out to take the little hand and when they touched the feeling could only be described as electrifying.
Then immediately the little boy let go of his hand and screamed, clutching the left side of his neck. Schuyler too could feel stinging burning sensation on the right side of his neck where his soulmate mark was. He could feel the mark burning as he finally understood what was happening. But his concern was all for the little boy who was now crying as he felt his mark burning as well. Hearing the boy crying, a woman came running towards them. She cried out, “Olliver!,” and pulled her baby in her arms and started asking him what had happened and if he was okay.
Now realizing the entire situation, Schuyler still in shock, started moving away slowly. He couldn’t believe what had happened. He had just met his soulmate and his soulmate was just a baby. Schuyler didn’t realize he was crying as he moved away from the boy. The mother must have realized something by now and she looked at Schuyler with fierce anger in her eyes. Schuyler felt a chill run down his spine and he turned around and started running towards his house.
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