This memories materialized slowly...like bubles surfacing from the darkness of a bottomless well.Leying on the cold floor enhanced the embarable pain that he already had in his body.Michael felt like a black water was pressing heavly on his cest.He could barely breathe...and every struggle was pointless.It was a sort of alarming system of his brain.He knew that death was approaching and being cons[...]DOWNLOAD REFERAT
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But the fighting he was involved in had taken place a long time before his birth.Collin wasn't ment to,but he accepted to take a step into what appeared at first,to be the greatest revaltion in his entire life.An ancient and secret order,that was believed to had vanished six hundred years ago,finally showed themselves in such an unexpected way.Destroying the Spanish Parliament.And destiny chose him,Michael Collin,an ordinary history teacher,to stop their actions.But the same fate that appeared to be by his side,now let him in front of the most difficult challenge.Face the death.And being pretty sure it was going to win.
The time was ticking.Micheal easily felt its cold icy fingers on his body.Unforgiving as always.His ears perceived human voices coming from somewhere ahead."Impossible".Cavity concrete walls were impenetrable.He had lost his conscious several times before therefore he hardly could maintained himself wide awake.Whiteness.A room.Lower level of oxygen.Everything smelled like death all around.It didn't need to be genius to realize that the air was going to be replaced by carbon dioxide soon.And fast.
Michael knew he had two alternatives,both not very attractive:trying to breathe rarely and slowly was the plan A,but it's only disadvantage would trow Michael in the arms of the Other World even faster,or praying for a miracle."After all,miracles don't happened every day,isn't it?If you can't help yourself,nobody is going to do".Hopelessly,he put his eyes on the ceiling,and wait.Wait for oxygen running out,for his heart stop forever.In a blink of an eye,everything was back to normal.No more running throught the streets.No more shotguns or ancient poems.Dressed in his tweed jacket,he was talking in front of a nation about his discoveries.He wasn't supposed to tell them about his past.Because he didn't have to. « mai multe referate din Engleza