Alive

ne said leaning on the table that stood between him and Demal. The room was a large, tastefully furnished circle with bookshelves lining its walls and a huge polished mahogany table in the middle of it. How the elder managed to collect t

rs that puzzled his mind. A friendship began and grew a very odd friendship in fact. It had never be

be to expose the weakness of my brothers and I. as much as I trust you… I apologise I cannot do t

between two decisions but he straightened in his chair and sighed. “Hane,” he said pausing to stroke his moustache. “I tell you this as a friend. Swear to me that I make no mistake to trust you.”

g up but decided one more try would not hurt. “Thank you so much” he said stretching his arm to

ound stopped their chatter and turned to face the doors of the hall of decision which burst opened and the elders strolled out smugly in red, long, flowing robes. “All authorised souls please step forward.” The elder in the middle said. His voice was loud and clear so every soul could hear. Grey guessed that must be Gremal the elder of order. Almost every soul obeyed and stepped forward leaving a few others behind they formed a single file facing the council. “You all have been considered and approved for exit into the land of the living. I trust you would stick to your dreams and work not just hard but smart to fulfil them. Good luck, may fate favour you.” Gremal added and the elders by his side nodded in a

g on a fat wad of paper. What was he doing? How did he agree to do this? Memories he had not thought of popped up on the giant TV screens, one bolder than the rest. Memories of Maria, memo

e than anyone else in school had done. She wore that super Stan backpack with flashing lights. Super Stan looked stunning in that photo. Those memorie

fuzzy and disoriented. This moment a memory he loved would float past, out of his reach and h