Resurrection

by The Hmuff

When aspiring reporter Jack Davenport meets a hobo in the street, he soon discovers that the man is actually the legendary Tintin, hiding some secret from his past. Though whispers of imminent danger arise, Tintin refuses to take action. The clock is ticking; he must make the choice to reveal his past, or watch as the world burns.

1. Exile

Prolouge

The boat swayed, gently, back and forth, beneath the dazzling sun. The placid waves caught the golden light, and sunbeams flickered on the pale blue surface, dancing like underwater flames. The dazzling water stretched out as far as you could see; to the left, all the way to the flat horizon. To the right, up to the shore, where it reached up to lap at the stone wall that separated the ocean from land. Cherry blossoms floated down softly, and from where Tintin was standing by the prow, he could see pale pink petals drifting towards him, swept to and fro by the waves.

Beyond the cherry trees, the pines, the lush green grass, he could see it: the tall, white pillar, stretching up into the sky.

The symbol of a world he knew he could never be a part of.

He was blind to the beauty. He barely even saw it. All he could see was that day. It replayed, over and over, again and again in his mind.

Hands pressed against the rail of the prow, he took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind by breathing in the fresh sea-air, but after a moment, this felt wrong. It felt like he was trying to drag up something from long ago.

He swallowed, and looked away.

The boat couldn't reach land soon enough.

He was lonely. He wanted to be home.

But he knew he could never go back.