The very next day, I awake in a pitch black room that I have never been to or seen before. Am I dead? In purgatory because of my wish? Questions flutter through my brain as I attempt to stand on my feet, but a sudden bump causes me to fall back down again. What was that, I wonder. I try to stand once again, but another bump causes me to stumble down again. Then another, and another. No, I am not in purgatory. I am in a van. I sigh heavily and shake my head, not even wanting to know what was happening. I just need to find Feli, and that is all.
I search around the van on my knees to prevent myself from falling again or even stepping on my little brother. It takes me a while, but I finally find his feet, and soon, his face. "Feli," I call out to him softly, but he doesn't answer, so I speak louder. "Feli, wake up!" Eventually, he starts to move, which is a relief. I don't dare to move away from him as he tries to wake up, because I knew the drivers of this van would come for us any minute. I want to be prepared to sacrifice myself for Feli no matter what.
The amount of time that passed by in that van felt like an eternity. I almost even fell asleep on Feli because of how bored I ended up being. By now, we probably passed the border of Italy and into another country by now. But wait... This van would not belong to the French by any chance, would it? Because if so, that would mean, we lost the entire war overnight. Italy is now missing two people.
And those two people are me and Feli.