sea of time

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Caspar couldn’t remember a time when he felt so eager to get home.

The second he opened the door to his house, he went to his room and powered on his brother’s old computer his parents had given Caspar when his brother wanted a new one.

After a quick google search, it was surprisingly easy to find The Sea Of Time posted on the internet. I guess they didn’t really have copyright law in the 12th century.

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Caspar finally checked the time after impulse reading the entirety of the book he had been so desperate to find.
6:18

He had spent almost 2 hours reading it. Luckily for him, his dad seemed to have been running late getting home from work, so he wasn’t met by a snotty look again.

The story had been about a man who convinced himself he could travel back in time, and by doing that he allowed himself to go back to the 12th century. That was kind of odd, considering that the book was written in the 12th century, but that did not subtract from the quality at all.

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The rest of the night was a blur in Caspar’s mind. For the whole time he was only thinking about the story he had read. He kept picturing himself as the protagonist, and how he would feel if he was the one who went back in time. It wasn’t too hard to know how it felt to be in love with someone in the past, because that painting of the author, Linhardt, had given him a little crush. He could just imagine Linhardt putting thought into each little sentence.

Still, he couldn’t really call that love, because he had never met the man and he barely knew anything about him.

Well, maybe I could meet him… No, that’s stupid and dumb.

Even though he knew it was stupid, he couldn’t get the thought out of going back in time and meeting Linhardt out of his head.

The only thing he could really process other than that was the constant criticism from his parents, especially his mother.  Well, if I did meet him, I wouldn’t miss anyone. And if it didn’t work, then no harm done, right?

Right.

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The story wasn’t all that clear on how the man had gone back in time. Sure, it said that he convinced himself, but it didn’t elaborate much. So Caspar was lying in bed at 3:53 AM, going on and on to himself about how he could go back in time,

No… I don’t truly believe I can do it. If I did do it, I would have let myself know, right?

Caspar really wanted to believe that this was going to happen. Maybe the picture, something within him said. So, he searched until he found that very picture from the book he read at the library. And right there, in the corner of the image, written in small, faded letters,  was the name Caspar.

“I really am going to do it.” Caspar said to whoever wasn’t there. “I really am.”