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
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
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
One has witnessed things that seem as small as the human soul, but never before has one encountered something as grand as love with the intensity of hellfire. "Do not seek me, for you shall find me," whispered My Soul. "I need your help, please don't leave me alone in this," he prayed for the tenth time that day as he chased him through the corridors until he reached his office. "Listen, Mr. Collins, I implore you, please help me." He gently placed his backpack atop his cedar desk and rested his hands on it. "Listen, Elijah, I cannot do that, it's not acceptable," the dark-eyed man croaked. "What you're asking is unforgivable." "No, it isn't," Elijah replied, holding his gaze. "If you yourself admitted that the tomb's existence was unlikely, what harm would there be in my confirming it? Please." "Whether the grave is there or not, it is unforgivable to disturb the dead, Elijah. They must be left in peace." Elijah remained silent, trying to think of what else to say. That black-e
"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?
he clock struck six in the evening, casting an orange glow over the mountains that stretched out in the distance. Elijah and Rebekah sat in the backseat of Josh Orleans' car, the father of Elijah and a close friend of Rebekah's parents. They were headed home after a day of school. "How was your day?" asked Karla, Elijah's mother, turning to face the two teens. "Good," they replied in unison. "We learned some interesting things," said Elijah. "We even saw the place where Melia Conkinova's tombstone is located." "That's quite something," said Josh, smiling at his son's enthusiasm. "Where is it?" "It's just outside London," replied Rebekah. "But unfortunately, the professor said it was demolished." "Outside London..." whispered Karla, "and they called it Fallen." "Fallen?" asked Rebekah, confused. "That's where they buried murderers and those killed by others during Christ's time," explained Josh. "I knew something didn't add up," said Elijah, scratching his head. "Why is Melia b
With the music blaring, Josh, Rebekah, and Elijah were speeding towards the outskirts of London. Elijah was full of excitement and restlessness, eager to get there as quickly as possible to uncover all the details. His father stopped to ask for directions, and after receiving them from another driver, they continued on until they arrived at their destination. As they looked out the car window, they spotted a sign that was still intact: "FALLEN." It was the only structure left standing in the midst of rubble. As they got out of the car and approached what used to be a cemetery, two officers on duty informed them that they were not allowed to enter. Elijah's hopes were crushed, much like the entrance to the mythical world of Jumanji. His father took notice, and Josh stepped in to take charge. "Officer Ed, just a moment," he said to the officer in front of him. "My son," he pointed to Elijah, "just needs to do a little research for his history homework." "Everyone here wants to dig a l
We are at the mercy of life, unsure of what lies beyond it. Perhaps it continues, or maybe it's just our minds playing tricks on us. That's what Orleans thought, lost in thought. "Everything isn't lost in the rubble," a voice said from behind them. They turned around to see who it was. "Is this what you were looking for?" the stranger asked, holding up the object Elijah had been searching for. She grinned lopsidedly, not showing her teeth. "Yes," Elijah replied hesitantly, disturbed by the dark aura emanating from the woman. "It's funny how the dead are never left in peace, even in death," the stranger said. "What gives anyone the right to disturb them?" "What?" Elijah's heart raced and his brow furrowed. The woman's grin grew wider, showing her teeth mischievously. "Are you joking? I don't know who you are, but I need that diary." He tried to grab it from her hand, but before he could, she did something that left him stunned for several seconds. Rebekah was equally stunned. It