— CHAPTER ONE
( 𝘔𝘌𝘈𝘕𝘛 𝘛𝘖 𝘉𝘌 )

𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘖𝘙 𝘚𝘈𝘛 𝘐𝘕 his studio headphones sending soft music into his ears as he worked. he was working on his and the boys' new song, Time Out. they would film it the day after and he had to be done until then with it. He had had a few weeks, maybe more, so this wasn't bad. It was just an ordinary day, stress still clinging to yesterday's chill. Stress brooded in his heart, but he had grown adjusted to it, ignoring it all he could. A soft knock shook the door, but Arnor didn't hear it. So the one who had knocked opened the door into the small studio, and Felix slipped quietly in, a bag of groceries in his hand.

He approached the silent leader, ensuring he didn't startle Arnor when he sat down the bag and tapped the elder's shoulder. The cocoa-haired male turned his head around, his lip stretching, and gin a smile when he saw his best friend. Arnor took off his headphones, turning quickly around to turn off the music he was listed to "hey, lix," he said, and the latter smiled, letting himself sink into Arnor's lap. "how's your day?" Arnor asked as he let his hands run through the youngster's darker hair. Felix smiled and buried his nose into his leader's chest, letting the familiar and soft scent waft into his nose. Arnor chuckled and continued to let his hands soothe the boy's worries. He knew that being a good dancer had a toll on everyone—even him.

Felix always did his best, but Arnor often felt that the latter didn't get much attention as he should for his efforts. But after all, they had to hold together. That was their goal. Fame and money came after.

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The evening came creeping, shrouding the dorm in darkness. The only source of light was Arnor's laptop, which he still was working on. Felix had left earlier to practice with DANCERAHCA leaving his leader to work. Armor knew that soon he had to go to bed; when the clock struck 12, he would leave this room and go to the soft and waiting bed. Like he always did. Yawning out of the tiredness that slipped over the young male like a cloak, ARNOR shut down his laptop, locked it, stood up, grabbed his things, and walked out of the door.

When he reached his dorm room, he found his roommate sleeping. Of course, Arnor thought with a smile and laid his bag beside the door and started to take off his clothes. Soon enough, he skipped under the covers, careful not to wake Hyunjin. Dreams came late that night, and Arnor sighed, turning to face the window that stared proudly out on the forest surrounding the house. He smiled softly, letting his eyes close,

His dreams were weird. A voice was calling him, calling him to her home.

You don't belong where you are, young one. Come to me. Come home. Arnor couldn't speak. He couldn't answer. He couldn't do anything. And just before he knew it, a bright light awakened him. But instead of his dorm roof, he saw nothing but blue skies dotted with white clouds. He felt the wind bite softly on his skin and quickly looked down to find himself in a loose tee and some pants. This is my clothes; he realized and sighed.

Then he sat up looking more aorund. He didn't recognize anything. But he was outside; that was clear. Suddenly the sound of hooves and a male's voice humming a song caught his ears. The song was familiar but, at the same time, not. Arnor stood up, stretching his body, hearing it pop. Soon the carriage came to him and stopped. The coco-haired boy froze, staring down at the man's face. He was clad in grey robes and a grey pointy hat. He had a grey-white beard and hair, and his eyes were icily blue.

He seemed to studio Arnor curiously, and soon he let go of the reigns of his Horse and grabbed a stick looking like a staff, and dismounted the carriage walking up the hill to Arnor. When the older man approached him, Arnor could see that he wasn't as small as he had seen from high up. He was taller than Arnor and towered above with at least a head.

This scared the young boy, and he stepped back. "I don't want any harm," he quickly said, and the man tilted his head "for that matter, so do I. You seem like a nice fellow. What's your name, may I ask?" The grey-robed man said, smiling kindly. Arnor calmed down and let his arms go to his side. This man couldn't hurt him worse than Arnor could at him.

The coco-haired boy took a deep breath and looked into the man's eyes "my name is Arnor."

An: hello, and thx for reading this book! I hope you're enjoying it;3

Cya at the next chap

-Saph