TITLE: The Girl in Amber Flame
GENRE: Fantasy YA
Hunter Grey glanced both ways, making certain there were no eyes watching, before stepping out of the alleyway. The spiraling blue wormhole he'd stepped through to travel back in time winked out behind him. He walked down the street becoming reacquainted to this century.
He took a deep breath and couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. The world was alive with scents he hadn’t smelled in too long--the yeasty whiff of bread from the corner bakery and the sharp tang of lemons from the fruit stands across the street. Even the acrid burn of rubber tires smelled good, it smelled like home. A home he’d thought never he’d see again.
The beacon in his pocket had led him here. The pulsing broadcast so strong there could be no doubt that he was exactly where she was. Problem was, he had no idea when he was.
He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, trying to get his bearings. It was a gray, dreary type of day. There were no posters, or banners proclaiming a specific holiday or date in time. He wasn't even certain which month he was in.
But there was one thing he knew based off his surroundings, and that was that he’d arrived before the Rift. Which was good, made finding the needle in the haystack doable.
The trickle of rain became an annoyance and he pulled his hoodie over his head. Street lamps flickered. Black skies shot through with veins of lightning.