Light of hope

Dead…He’s dead… It happened in an instant…

We were doing a school trip to Rome. I had a quarrel with him six months ago.

It was all my fault…

I liked him since we were little.

He was always gentle with me, and I thought of him as my best friend.

With time I began to see Mark in a different light.

I never found the courage to tell him my feelings, and dominated by the fear of rejection, I choose to run away like a coward.

Six months ago I even yelled at him without a proper reason, and I have not spoke with him since then.

We were walking along the streets of Rome. I wanted to speak with him about my feelings for him, the reason of my fears, I would have told him everything after the trip…

And then it happened…

I heard a shot… then another…There was a man with a gun… He was shooting randomly at the crowd… two of my classmates where hit by by the bullets…

I felt fear… Fear for my life… Fear for his life… The fear of not being able to tell him my feelings…

I searched for Mark in the crowd…and he was here…calm as always…trying to find the logical solution to survive…

In a moment…our gazes locked...he sprinted toward me and covered me with his warm embrace.

I heard a shot… Mark fell…I watched him… He was covered in blood…

no...no...No...NONONONONONONONO…

It can’t be… he is not dead… He can’t be dead…

“mark… Mark…I’m sorry… it was my fault, so… please… open your eyes….please…MARK!!!”(me)

I cried, I begged, I yelled… but he won’t open his eyes any more…

They tried to save him, but it was too late… he died saving me…

It has been two weeks now, and I am alone in my room.

Mark’s parents were shocked… I did not even have the courage to meet them… it was my fault…

My parents tried to comfort me, but they don’t understand… they can’t understand… I am alone…

I want to run away…

I heard a crack. I searched for the source of that cracking noise and, a strong golden light engulfed me.

I now stood in a big room illuminated by candles. At my right there was a girl with brown eyes and brown hair. She was high a little less than me. Beside her there was a tall boy with a strong build. He had blond hair and blue eyes. They looked confused like me.

We were surrounded by men in armor that looked like knights.

In front of me stood an old men dressed like a robe, probably a priest. Next to him a young girl with red hair and green eyes. She had a beautiful dress like that of the princesses of the cartoon.

“Princess! It worked! The summoning was successful!”(old man)

“Thank goodness! With this we have some hope, but we must greet them first!”(princess)

“Yes! *cough *. Greetings! I know that you must be confused by what is happening. You three look young. I am the Head Priest Douma. I am a servant of the Goddess Jetdia. We are in the Holy state of Gallen and we summoned you to beg your help. I beg you heroes! The peace of our continent is in danger. The demons threaten to invade our countries and to destroy our peace. You have the power to help us. Please, lend us your strength.”(old man/Douma)

Summoning? Demons?… Could it be that this is another world? Like the books that Mark read…

I see…heroes…maybe… Maybe like this I can…no… I must help this people…

Mark sacrificed his life to save me, and I will use my life to repay that debt.

To save the life of those that need help!!!

“My name is Bianca. I will help you!”(me)

I spoke with a decided tone.

Douma and the princess seemed relieved by my words. The other two hesitated for a moment.

“my-My name is Laura. I don’t know if I can, but I-I want to help you!”(girl/Laura)

“My name is Michael. If the lives of innocents are in danger I must help!”(boy/Michael)

Mark, I promise. I will make you proud of me!

Please rest in peace…

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