Amara
My brain was pre-set to wake up at six every day. It has been like that ever since I became a soldier. After cleaning up, I used to put my sports gear on and first go for a 500m run. Then there was gym, sometimes replaced with boxing, followed by shooting training and all of that.
And therefore, as I was blinded by the late morning sunlight flooding through the room followed by one shrewd glance at the digital clock, showing nine in the morning, I was thrown into frantic frenzy instantly. I sat up and tried to blink the sleep away as I gazed around, completely disoriented. How did I sleep for so long? Wait a bloody second...this was not my room. This was not my bed. This was...
"I am Leonardo, by the way...Leonardo Ammassari,"
Everything came hurling at me and I blinked. The au
