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
Her eyes, as dark as the deepest night, bore into him, filling him with the worst sense of dread. They seemed to pierce him through his own eyes, as if she could see every thought in his head. The woman's hoarse, hostile voice matched her dark, cold aura perfectly. It was as if his body was frozen in place, paralyzed by fear. The woman's words repeated in his brain like a broken record, as he tried to process what had just happened and avoid panicking. He didn't understand why Rebekah didn't scream or react, just stood there motionless. He heard his father's call, signaling that it was time to leave. His footsteps echoed as he approached, and the sound of debris clattering served as a warning. "No one will have my diary," she stressed every word before disappearing quickly. Elijah stared at a fixed spot in the cemetery, feeling someone in front of him patting his cheeks and hearing his father's voice calling out to him, but it was as if the voice was a mere whisper. "Elijah, son,"
"You're in a bad way, my friend," he said, unable to stop himself from laughing as he entered the social studies classroom. "It's true, Fox," he said to his best friend. "I saw her. I swear I saw her." "Yeah, and I saw Pamela Anderson," said the boy with the light complexion and brown eyes that looked like a touch of sapphire, sarcastically, sitting down at his desk. "Don't you think you're a little off track with this subject?" "No," he replied, sitting next to Fox in the second row. "I'm not out of line. I'm telling you I saw her." "From what you told me, she told you that no one will take her diary," Elijah nodded. "Well, do you think, sir, she could have been a crazy-minded woman posing as the more-than-destroyed Melia?" The other way around, he denied. "I don't think so, Fox. She had a quickness... I can't explain. From one moment to the next, I was up against the wall." "It's Flash," he scoffed and laughed. He didn't take what his more-than-smart friend was saying seriousl
As the days passed by, Elijah spent his free time reading the diary. However, most of the pages of the next diary were blank, leaving him puzzled. He read one page, but when he turned to the next, he found that the author had not continued writing. This intrigued him. "Where are you going?" Elijah asked his parents, peeking his head out of his room as he saw them walking down the hallway. "We're going to your brothers' meeting," his mother replied. His other two teenage sons, Sam and Robert, were twins, and they had a meeting of notes to attend. "We'll come back later, and there's some food in the fridge..." "I know," Elijah interrupted her. "I know how to be alone, mother." "I left you alone once, and you said the fab four wanted to mow you down," Josh couldn't help but laugh. "I was ten!" Elijah exclaimed with a laugh. "It doesn't count." "Yes, it does," they said in unison, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "See you later, dear," said his mother as she headed downstai