Chapter 2 Failed Decline

• "Where were you? " asked the light-eyed blonde, Rebekah Gilbert, her best friend. They were at their lockers putting away some books from the previous class, physics.
• "Attacking Professor Jack. "She replied, leaning sideways against her locker.
• "With the tomb thing?
• "Yes. " He replied as they both resumed their walk to the next class, history 02, last period. " I need the location of that cemetery.
• "But Elijah, that cemetery must 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 are you going to look for among the bones, other than dust or just nothing?" he asked, entering the classroom, leaving both their backpacks on their respective desks, as if on par, waving to some of his few friends.
• "Well .... Do you remember the diary that Jack told us about?" he asked and the blonde nodded. "Well... According to different books, it's buried as well.
• "Aha, are you going to take it away from him or what?" she asked and Elijah just looked at her in response. That's not yours, it never was. Heaven knows why he went to his grave with it.
• "That's what I want to know. I need to know why he took that diary to the grave, something very... I don't know, secret in there that he didn't want anyone to have it or know what's written in there.
• "Because it's a diary, Elijah. And no one would like to have it read to them," he said with obviousness, seeing that Professor Logan was coming in.
• "Aha, I know. But it was so private that every open-minded human being is after that diary, why is that?
• "Because they're all meddlers," he replied and they laughed lightly.
• Professor Logan began his lecture, which was entertaining. Knowing that his humour is unique. When he finished, with half an hour left to play, he decided to give it free and engage his students in conversations about whatever they wanted.
• "Have you heard the story of the failed decay cemetery," Logan asked with some humour, the class nodded, "Well... From what little I've read, it's all tied to a silly diary.
• "Yes...What did you say the name of the graveyard was?" First of their doubts was about to be resolved, Elijah asked.
• "It's located on the outskirts of London. At that, Elijah inwardly exclaimed, he finally had what he needed, but it was demolished three years ago.
• "Your quest has expired," Rebekah mused, and Elijah dropped his weight onto the back of the chair, "Mr. Logan..." He called out, "I just have something to ask. - She added with the intention of cheering up her friend, she knew how important this was for him and she wanted him to get what he wanted... In that cemetery there will be, I don't know... The tombstone of a Melia Conkinova?
• "Melia Conkinova..." He said quietly, putting her index finger to her lips, thinking. And, remembering, he spoke again: "I will tell a brief story," he said, sitting down in his black swivel chair in front of the class: "More than a thousand years ago, in a small village outside Rome, there lived a small family of three, who were hated and loved with equal density. According to the Lord of great prestige, who was governor of several nations, Richard Ford, those who envied him were those who did not have his unlimited wealth. This caused many to try to assassinate him, but to no avail. His wife Karina Conkinova," he stressed, "was the most beautiful woman with a great heart that only caused no one to hate him but to love him. She helped, cared, loved others like no one else, and that bothered her husband, annoyed him. He thought that no one but him deserved such affection. After several years, they had a beautiful baby girl called...
• "Melia Conkinova," said the classroom in unison, paying close attention.
• "Exactly. On the day of her birth it looked like a bull race had broken out. " He gave a giggle: "Everyone was waiting for them to say that the heiress to her father's and mother's wealth had been born. Of course she was born, amidst her euphoric crying, but she was born. They say that when she opened her eyes, they saw the most beautiful thing that ever existed: they were dark, brown, with flashes almost in fire of the non-existent. So much so that everyone who saw him was reflected in every detail of them. His sun-kissed skin was the perfect match for his wavy black hair and unique features. He seemed to them the most beautiful baby in the world. The years went by and then Melia grew up, she was 18 years old. Everyone was happy " as he counted, her enthusiasm was contagious " because she would become the beautiful girl they all wished for. At her celebration, everyone was laughing and dancing and singing congratulations and wishes but, at that moment, they all fell into an almost intolerable silence, their faces were filled with fear because in front of them and in front of the birthday girl, with an arrow they killed her mother. The classroom was stunned for several seconds, wondering how a simple arrow killed her... The tip of the arrow had a powerful poison called Lordeath, god of death, which caused death with a speed almost like a shooting star. Melia, in her disconsolate weeping, prayed that her beloved mother would not die. Richard, her father, asked the guards to take her out of the palace and into the great hut. He did not want her to see her mother die, he did not want her to see him weep for his wife. To finish, because I honestly can't remember any more, one of the gifts her mother gave Melia was a diary lined with leopard skin, asking her to write down all her thoughts without fail.
• "So... Why did she take that diary to her grave," Elijah asked and Logan nodded, "It's just... Something doesn't add up.
• "What doesn't make sense to you?
• "The fact that he took the diary to the grave," he replied. " I know it's personal, but were her thoughts that bad or that good not to read them?
• "I don't know, Elijah," he replied with a sigh, "I don't know, but what I do know is that killing your mother in front of you is and must be the most traumatic thing in the world. "The bell rang, bringing the class to an end. "He said goodbye, picking up his backpack and thinking that today was the most interesting thing he had ever done.
• Down the hill, what will be there?