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And the Moon be Still as Bright
Vittani pov
The thing that I hated most about death was the darkness that enveloped me, it pushed me around and then I saw the light. It was blinding, piercing me like a spear, reaching into my soul, looking at what I had done in life and how I died. Memories flashed in my mind; Christmas, Birthdays, my first job, my family.
Suddenly I heard a voice, it murmured something in my head "Vittani, Vittani, Vittani." the voice whispered.
Why did that sound so familiar? Then I realized, that was my name!
"Vittani you must wake up" the voice was getting louder
I felt myself falling.
Waking up hurt. Everything ached. I flashed back to my death, the Airplane crash, extremely painful, but at the same time quick. I forced my eyes open, my vision came back to me slowly, but when it did I saw that I was in a room. It had black walls and a very high ceiling. There was also a balcony from which blinding morning light streamed into the room.
"I'm in heaven" I thought
"No you are not" a voice said.
I whipped around and saw an old man. He was dressed in robes of pure white and in his hand there was a black staff with a white orb at the top.
"Who are you?" I asked
"I am Saruman the white wizard of this land. You are probably wondering why you were brought here?"
I managed a nod.
"That I do not know, but if you want to you can stay here. I will show you the ways of Middle Earth and you might become my apprentice."
I had so many questions wheeling in my head "Middle Earth? Apprentice?"
"I sense that you will excel at magic." he stated.
"Magic!?"I thought,"this guy is psycho!"
"But first I need to show you something."
He held out a crystal ball that had fog swirling around inside it. It looked like one of those things back in America that a gypsy looked into to see your future.
"Definitely psycho."
But then I saw something that made me feel as if I got dunked into a freezing pool of water. Inside of the ball was my family, they were all crying at the airport. My mom was sobbing on my dad's shoulder and my brother was trying his very best to suppress his tears but they fell anyway. Matt was there too. I was 22 when I died and I was in a relationship with him. He was so sweet. He drove me home from school and took me to see all of the new movies. But now that life and Matt were gone. I felt hot tears slipping down my cheeks.
"Is there no way back?" I managed to croak.
"I'm afraid not."
We sat in silence for a while.
"Will you be my apprentice?" he simply asked.
"Sure." I felt like nothing could matter now.
"There is one condition." He stated
"What?"
"You can never love anyone. Do you promise?"
"Yes."