It’s been fifty years now, since James left. He was a wise man, like he had live for centuries, but yet he was only about forty. He had introduced me to people like Hester Halloway, the “metaphorical” (as James had called it) lady.
But we don’t live for ever, so I am about to tell you the story how I met James and how he changed my life.
I leapt onto my bed and let out a long sigh. Another day, full of blood and clashes of metal. The war had changed many people lives, but ended many more. Everyone had to live in fear of being raided the next day.
I closed my eyes and counted to ten, jumped back up and raced to the window. I saw it again. It was true. A man in a perfectly neat suit was crawling out of a crater. Unless I was going crazy, a bomb had just dropped there (a very small bomb at that)! Nobody could just walk out of a bomb crater, it was just impossible!
Then the man turned to face me, his mysterious eyes meeting mine. I was entranced by them; I didn’t notice that he had started walking towards the house. The man smiled and took of a hat that lay slightly lopsided on his head.
He rapped on the door five times, five times. Sensing I should wake my parents, I bolted to my bedroom door and leaped backwards once I had opened it, for there stood the man from the crater.
“Who are you?” I didn’t feel to scared, he seemed to have one of those friendly faces.
“My name is James Brookland, and I’ve come to help you save the world.”
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