Authors Note: Hello everyone. In this story, HRE's human name is Wolfgang. Please enjoy and leave a review!
Leaving her was the hardest thing I have ever done. Accepting death was the second hardest. I was only twelve when I met my untimely death. I have only one regret. I should have never told her I would return. At first, I wondered how long she would wait for me. I felt selfish for wishing she would never move on. How could I wish that the one person I love never find another? We were only children when we confessed our love for one another. How foolish I was to think she would never move on.
I was a vassal for the Holy Roman Empire and she was the vassal of Northern Italy. I was obligated to go to war. After all, my people were fighting amongst themselves. I was falling apart and I knew it. Every day I felt my body grow weaker and weaker. Until, finally, I had died.
I remember my death, but vaguely. I remember that I had been caught in a war. There were flashes of unfamiliar faces, blood, and death all around me. I remember thinking, "This is the end."
The blade that pierced through me belonged to someone I did know.
Francis Bonnefoi.
I felt the sharp pain and I remember looking down, seeing the long sword jammed deep into my chest. My breath was harsh and quick. I was fighting to fill my lungs with air but it wouldn't come. Then, I took my final breath.
Blackness surrounded me and then, a white light. I followed it, hardly wondering where it was leading me. I felt free, painless, and happy. I came upon golden stairs and began to ascend them.
I knew I was dead but it hadn't fazed me until I reached the top of those golden steps for I had entered into the holy kingdom. I was greeted by a man with white wings. He led me to a golden gate and stopped me at the entrance.
A warm, kind hand had pressed against my forehead and I was calm.
The Angel spoke, "Wolfgang Beilschmidt, you are a noble boy of the lord and you are granted access into heaven. However, God realizes that you had broken a promise by dying. He is giving you an opportunity, one that he does not give often."
I eagerly waited to hear what this opportunity was.
"You can stay here in heaven and let your soul be at peace or you can return to the world of the living as a spirit and watch over the one you love. It is a choice not to be taken lightly. For if you choose one, you cannot choose the other."
Elated by this offer, I didn't hesitate to answer.
"I wish to be in the world of the living."
The Angel did not speak again and everything around me vanished.
I soon found myself standing amongst the living. I could see them but they could not see me.
And there she was.
Feliciana Vargas.