"Where were you?" asked Rebekah Gilbert, her best friend with light-colored eyes, as they put away some books from their previous class, physics, in their lockers.
"Attacking Professor Jack," he replied, leaning against her locker.
"With the tomb thing?"
"Yes," he said, as they resumed their walk to their last period class, history 02. "I need the location of that cemetery."
"But Elijah, that cemetery may not be on the map. We're talking about something from over two thousand years ago."
"I know, but that doesn't mean it's not there. It's a cemetery, it has to be.
It had to be.
"And if it was, what would you look for among the bones, other than dust or nothing?" she asked, entering the classroom and leaving their backpacks on their respective desks, waving to some of his few friends.
"Well... do you remember the diary that Jack told us about?" he asked, and the blonde nodded. "According to different books, it's buried as well."
"Are you going to take it away from him or what?" she asked, and Elijah just looked at her in response. "That's not yours, it never was. Heaven knows why he went to his grave with it."
"That's what I want to know. I need to know why he took that diary to the grave, something very... I don't know, secret in there that he didn't want anyone to have it or know what's written in there."
"Because it's a diary, Elijah. And no one would like to have it read to them," she said with obviousness, seeing that Professor Logan was coming in.
"Aha, I know. But it was so private that every open-minded human being is after that diary, why is that?"
"Because they're all meddlers," she replied, and they laughed lightly.
Professor Logan began his lecture, which was entertaining, as he had a unique sense of humor. When he finished, with half an hour left in the class, he decided to give the students free time and engage them in conversations about whatever they wanted.
"Have you heard the story of the failed decay cemetery?" Logan asked with some humor, and the class nodded. "Well... from what little I've read, it's all tied to a silly diary."
"Ah... And what was the name of the cemetery?" Elijah asked, eager to resolve his doubts.
"It was on the outskirts of London," came the reply. Elijah felt a surge of excitement; it seemed he finally had the information he needed. "However, it was demolished three years ago."
Or perhaps not.
"You may have hit a dead end," Rebekah remarked, causing Elijah to slump back in his chair. "But wait, Mr. Logan..." she called out, hoping to lift her friend's spirits. She knew how much this quest meant to him, and she wanted him to succeed. "I just remembered something. What if there was a tombstone in that cemetery, belonging to a certain Melia Conkinova?"
"Melia Conkinova..." he said quietly, placing his index finger on his lips and thinking. And then, as he remembered, he spoke again: "Let me tell you a brief story," he said, settling down in his black swivel chair in front of the class. "More than a thousand years ago, in a small village outside Rome, there lived a family of three who were both hated and loved in equal measure. According to the Lord of great prestige, who was governor of several nations, Richard Ford, those who envied him were those who did not have his unlimited wealth. This caused many to attempt to assassinate him, but to no avail. His wife, Karina Conkinova," he emphasized, "was the most beautiful woman with a heart so pure that no one could hate her, only love her. She helped, cared for, and loved others like no one else, and that bothered her husband, annoyed him. He believed that no one but him deserved such affection. After several years, they had a beautiful baby girl named...
"Melia Conkinova," the classroom chanted in unison, paying close attention.
"Exactly. On the day of her birth, it was like a bull race had broken out," he chuckled. "Everyone was waiting for them to announce the birth of the heiress to her father's and mother's wealth. And of course, she was born amidst euphoric crying. They say that when she opened her eyes, they saw the most beautiful thing that had ever existed: they were dark, brown, with flashes almost like fire. So much so that everyone who saw them was reflected in every detail. Her sun-kissed skin was the perfect match for her wavy black hair and unique features. To them, she was the most beautiful baby in the world. The years passed, and Melia grew up. She was 18 years old. Everyone was happy," he counted, his enthusiasm contagious. "Because she would become the beautiful girl they had all wished for. At her celebration, everyone was laughing and dancing and singing congratulations and well wishes. But at that moment, they all fell into an almost intolerable silence, their faces filled with fear, because in front of them and in front of the birthday girl, her mother was killed with an arrow. The classroom was stunned for several seconds, wondering how a simple arrow could kill her... The tip of the arrow had a powerful poison called Lordeath, the god of death, which caused death with a speed almost as fast as a shooting star. Melia, in her inconsolable weeping, prayed that her beloved mother would not die. Richard, her father, asked the guards to take her out of the palace and into a great hut. He did not want her to witness her mother's death, nor did he want her to see him weep for his wife. To end the story, because I honestly can't remember any more, one of the gifts Melia's mother gave her was a diary lined with leopard skin, asking her to write down all her thoughts without fail.
"So... Why did she take that diary to her grave?" Elijah asked, and Logan nodded. "It's just... Something doesn't add up."
"What doesn't make sense to you?"
"The fact that she took the diary to the grave," he replied. "I know it's personal, but were her thoughts so bad or so good that they couldn't be read?"
"I can only imagine the pain he must have endured," said Logan, his voice softening. "To witness the murder of one's own mother is undoubtedly one of the most traumatic experiences anyone could go through."
The ringing of the bell interrupted their conversation, signaling the end of the class.
"Well, I suppose that concludes today's lesson," said Logan, packing up his books and shouldering his backpack. "But I must say, this has been the most intriguing discussion we've had all year."
As they walked down the hill towards their next class, Logan couldn't help but ponder what lay ahead. "I wonder," he thought to himself, "what secrets and surprises await us down the road?"
The headmaster called out for the missing one, Elijah. He stepped forward to the stage amidst applause, and the headmaster handed him his diploma, saying,"The woman who is destined to change the lives of many, to dispel the lies of all, and to prove that the impossible is possible, left behind an essay - one that Elijah, of course, did not write." There was a brief chuckle from the audience. "But it was she, Melia, who gave it to me and told me something I only understood recently... I was moved by what I read in that essay. It touched my heart and made me understand many things, including the importance of devotion to the same love of God..." He sighed. "Orleans." He glanced at someone in the audience briefly, then continued. "he will read what she wrote, and thus, my dear students, everything that has been for you will conclude, marking the beginning of your own journeys. I can only say this in closing, never give up on your goals, your dreams... Believe in yourselves, in each of y
The dim sunlight peeked through her window, announcing its presence. The cool breeze entered as well, rustling the vibrant green leaves that had regained their color after the winter. The lush trees were covered in leaves, with the few yellow ones scattered at their feet. Summer had made its presence known.She stood in her room, gazing out the window in a particular direction, toward that place that brought back memories. To that direction where, when she fixed her gaze, her mind played tricks on her, vividly reconstructing something that wasn't quite as it seemed.A pang in her heart, truly, a pang that felt like a bullet piercing it, stealing several heartbeats and the air from her lungs. The trick her mind played caused such a feeling, that memory that appeared so clear of her, standing there, looking at him, just like that time when she thought someone would discover her true self, setting in motion the change in her life.And she had let her go.It hurt to remember that day, let
He turned on his heels, looking back. His heart pounded as fiercely as the tears welling up on his face, a smile forming there.Her voice, that voice he could recognize... There, before him, bathed in a beautiful, radiant white light, was his mother. His father, his siblings... They all gazed at him with smiles reflected on their lips, in their eyes, proof that what he believed to be dead still lived in his heart.The return from death by the act of another being's soul, one who loved him, who loved Elijah.Elijah was about to embrace his mother, siblings, and father, but Melia's voice stopped him. He turned to her, looking into her eyes."You must embrace them, you must feel them when you finish the prayer," she said, trying to keep her words, so different from Skalliet's, from confusing his mind. "Jahjah, look at me," she asked when she noticed he was looking at Skalliet because of what he was saying. She couldn't let him be convinced. "You are the perfect carnation that, despite ev
Skalliet was on the verge of attacking his brother, but Fox wouldn't allow it. A struggle ensued between them.The screams of others could be heard everywhere. Rebekah was locked in battle with the creatures chasing Skalliet, while Melia still held the frostnive by the wrist, dragging him to the center of the arena before releasing him."Don't do it," her mother's voice cut through the chaos. She stood beside Za, just a few steps away from Melia. "Please.""The decision has already been made," Melia replied without emotion. "Your punishment will be this, Jahjah." The frostnive looked at her in confusion, while despair surrounded them, and the sounds of the ongoing fights echoed in the background. "My lies, in exchange for your difference, are worth much more," she continued. "And soon, you will know."The clear image of Skalliet approaching became visible to everyone. He was after Olliet, intent on taking him, on killing him. He had nothing left to give except what he held for Elijah.
I see your soul, I want to paint it black. No more pure colors, if you choose to take my hand. I can see the beauty in your being, the benevolence in your heart. I can see how little I care about that. The cause and effect of all this is that I want to paint you black. People don't understand, they don't understand you. The world around you is too little for what you truly deserve. Love is scarce, mine is abundant. Life is short, eternity is not. Take my hand, let our eternities merge. I look within me, and my heart is black. I see through you, yours is not. I want to paint it black. I want to paint it black. Join your hand with mine in this dance. Our eternity will unite. The sway of our bodies, our locked gazes, is the little understanding for those around us. I don't care about the fall; I want you with me. Do you want me with you? If so, take my hand. I can't stare at the setting moon. If you join your hand with mine, our love will laugh at us before dawn. I'll
"They love each other so much," Elijah said. "It's visible wherever you look.""With all their hearts," Karina added. "They are meant for each other, they are...""The same soul," Za concluded. "Their love... it's as vast as the thread that allowed them to find each other.""The thread of life given to them by Melia," Elijah said. "The thread given to them by the woman who now hates me." He laughed bitterly. "The woman I love with all my soul." His feline eyes closed as he spoke those words with depth.Za and Karina looked at him without saying anything. What was the need to say anything? Both of them saw the pelinieve as a son, as the boy who, despite everything that happened, remained there, following Melia. Oh, after a being considered impossible...Elijah opened his eyes and released a sigh. Karina's hand covered his over the table."Despite everything, dear, things will be okay, right?" She said, trying to keep her eyes from tearing up. "There's no need to cry; it doesn't fix thi