Mr. Black watched his hand, he had some strange marks in it, like tattoos. He sat next to Ion and touched his face with the only hand that did not have any mark, Ion didn’t react to his touch.

Vlad- where is it?

Vlad seems to be looking for something in Ion’s face; at this time, he hadn’t touched him with his right hand yet. Vlad decided then to put his tattooed right hand on Ion’s forehead.

At that moment Ion opened his eyes, they were like with no emotions, the emerald green he used to have on them looked blurry. And he started to bleed from his left eye.

Vlad- There you are!!

Mr. Black- What are you doing_????????

Vlad- Stay away….

Vlad yell at Ion’s dad…

The room started to light up and like the wind going inside of it, Ion’s dad was pushed away. Vlad and Ion were the only ones who remained in their places, everything was shaking in the room then, Vlad took out a bottle, he opened it.

Mr. Black- NO!!!! STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vlad gave all the gray liquid inside the bottle to Ion; he drank it and suddenly, all the wind, the light and the sounds in the room stopped.

Silence all around…

Vlad- It’s done…

Mr. Black couldn’t move, Ion closed his eyes and he was like sleeping again.

When Mr. Black was able to move, he crawled across the floor and approached Ion's bed... Vlad gets up and leaves the room.

Mr. Black- I-Ion?

Ion was still bleeding in his left eye.

Mr. Black- What did you do to my son? Why is he bleeding?

Vlad- I didn’t do that to him…

Mr. black- I saw you, you touched his forehead…

Vlad- that mark was there already, was just that we couldn’t see it at first sight. I just wanted to find it and that’s why I touched his forehead.

Mr. Black - What?!!!!

Vlad- You better get used to the idea he’s no longer part of this “world”.

Mr. Black - What? I thought you’ll save him….

Vlad - that’s what I did… Ion was born with that “illness” as you call it. That wasn’t even an illness or a curse; this was a blessing, but you never give it a chance.

Mr. Black - What are you talking about?

Vlad - You wouldn’t understand it if I even tried to explain to you, human.

Ion wasn’t moving, his breathing was very soft…

Mr. Black- Is… Is he going to die after all?

Was hard for Ion’s dad make that question…

Vlad- yes…

Ion’s dad was looking at his son laying on the bed, he was watching how his son was slowly dying.

Mr. Black- are you going to take good care of him?

Vlad was surprised by that question.

Mr. Black- I think that’s why you’re here, those dangerous eyes you have, how uncomfortable your presence is, how you make me tremble, this weird sensation on my spine.

Vlad- he does not need me or anyone else... he will be able to do everything on his own, his life was already written, not his actions, but his great deeds. Trust me, you’ll hear about him.

Mr. Black was still watching to his son… and He smiled at what Vlad told him.

Mr. Black- I will be proud of you my dearest son… anything you do.

Ion's life was always surrounded by bad memories, mistreatment by his mother and the people in the village. After all, he feels like a dead boy. The photosensitivity had worsened every day since he turned 15. At the time of his death, he was barely 20 years old.

A week after Ion’s death, the farm started to go down… his mother didn’t even cry for him during her son's funeral.

Shortly after, Ion's father got sick; he was depressed about losing his only son, he stayed locked up at home and did not come out again. That was the last time someone saw Ion’s dad alive.