Vlad finally approached him, He leaned down and crouched right next to Ion and touched his face with his left hand. Mr. Black watched his hand, he had some strange marks in it, like tattoos. Vlad took off his glob and touched Ion’s forehead, he didn’t react to his touch.

 - where is it?

 Vlad was completely focused on Ion's face; he seemed to be searching for something on his face; then he noticed that his left eye looked different; he took off both gloves and then touched it.

 At that moment Ion opened his eyes, they were so wide and emotionless, the emerald green that used to be in them looked lifeless and then he started bleeding from his left eye.

 - There you are!

 - What have you done?

 - Stop! Get away…

 Vlad shouted at Ion's father.

 The room began to light up, the walls, the floor, everything began to shake and a wind began to blow with tremendous force, Ion's father was pushed back to the point of having to crouch down and grab himself with the edge of the door frame to not been thrown by the same force of that wind that blew in his son's room. Vlad and Ion were the only ones who remained in their places. Without moving. Ion's face was still tinted with red crimson, and his clothes were also completely stained with blood.

 - No, no please stop!

 Vlad took out a small bottle from the pocket of his extra baggy jacket, the liquid was silver in color, Vlad uncorked the bottle and then gave all the liquid inside the bottle to Ion. It wasn't hard for him to drink it, Ion was still lying on the bed, he drank it all and at that moment, the wind, the light, the tremors in the room stopped.

 Everything went silent, a rather unusual one, not a single nocturnal animal could be heard; absolutely nothing.

 - Good, it's done!

 Mr. Black couldn't move yet; he was like in shock. Ion's body, inert on the bed, still with his eyes open, began to scream and shake, he was like that for a few moments. Vlad picked him up, Ion then stopped screaming and shaking, and turned to see Vlad, his eyes lit up again, his green eyes began to change color, and his black hair began to turn white; Ion closed his eyes and then he was like sleeping again.

 When Mr. Black could move, he crawled across the floor and approached Ion's bed. Vlad let go of his body, which fell on the bed without moving, he put his gloves back on and went to the bedroom door.

 - Son? I-Ion?

 Ion still bleeding from his left eye, covered in blood, his father took him again and placed his head back on his pillow gently and covered him with his blanket so he wouldn't feel cold.

 - What has happened to my son? Why is he bleeding?

 Mr. Black caressed his son's face and hair with love, with great care. Vlad was almost out of the room, he answered.

 - It's clearly a wound, but I didn't cause it.

 - You clearly touched him Vlad, I saw you touch him; and then he started bleeding.

 Vlad was going to answer him...

 - Your smell dad, it has always made me feel safe.

 - Ion? Is that you?

 - Yes, the candlelight bothers me. Can you turn it off dad?

 Quickly his father turned it off and approached Ion again.

 - Is it better like this son?

 Ion didn't answer and Mr. Black began to cry.

 - Dad? I can see you better now, I see everything much better.

 - You've always seen me, son.

 - But, not like this. It's different now. Dad, why are you crying?

 Ion opened his eyes and turned to see his father's face.

 - For nothing son, how did you know, that I?

 - that you were crying? I could smell your tears, they smell salty.

 - What are you saying Ion, you talk nonsense.

 They both laughed softly, and then Ion took his father's hand, his father noticed that his body temperature was no longer warm, now his body was completely cold.

 - Does it hurt son?

 - Not anymore dad.

 - Did it hurt a lot before?

 - That doesn't matter anymore dad, I don't feel pain anymore.

 They remained silent, Mr. Black was trembling subtly.

 - Are you cold?

 - No, it just feels different now. I don't feel cold or hot dad.

 Still holding hands, they remained like that for a moment longer.

 - Dad, and mom?

 - She went to town to buy some things for dinner.

 - What are we having for dinner?

 - Omelet, she knows how much you love omelets.

 Ion laughed a little louder, and with his other hand he brushed his hair from his face.

 - You're hot dad; your temperature feels different now. Are you sick?

 - You don't have to worry about me, you're the one who's been in bed the longest.

 They were silent again.

 - Dad? Are you going to be okay?

 Ion's voice broke after asking his father that. Without being able to answer him right away, his father leaned down and gave his son a kiss on the forehead.

 - I will be son, you don't have to worry about it, because I'll be fine. I love you with all my heart.

 - And I... I-I love you too dad.

 Ion tried to get up, but his father didn't let him, and he was the one who hugged him first.

 - Dad, I'm sleepy. But I don't want to sleep.

 - Rest my love, in the morning we'll see each other again.

 With a smile on his lips, which were now slightly pink, Ion closed his eyes.

 - Good night daddy, I'll see you in the morning.

 - Good night baby, I'll see you in the morning.

 Little by little Ion's hand that was intertwined with his father's began to loosen.

 Vlad finally answered Mr. Black.

 - That mark was already there; it was just that we couldn't see it with the naked eye. I just wanted to find it and it just so happened that it was in his left eye.

 - What do you mean?

 - Your son, despite the pain he was facing, despite all of it, he had the strength to say goodbye to you. That's what surprised me the most.

 Mr. Black, still looking at his son's lifeless body, remained silent.

 - You had better get used to the idea that this was always the destiny of your beloved son. This is what he was born for.

 - I thought you would save him. That's what you gave me to understand.

 - That was exactly what I did, the "illness" as you call it, with which your son was born, was effectively what kept him tied to the earthly world, and to the mystical world that many humans are unaware of. I want to clarify that many of those illnesses that humans end up suffering from is not because they had to come to suffer in this world, nor is it a curse; This is a blessing, something that only the chosen ones can experience. These earthly bodies we have,  creatures like us are the portal that allows us to cross into the mystical world.

 - What are you talking about?

 - I can't interfere anymore, I must leave. My mission has been accomplished.

 Ion was no longer moving, and he was no longer breathing.

 - Did he go to that world that you mentioned?

 It was difficult for Ion's father to ask that question.

 - Yes and no. He is still halfway there, as I, he must fulfill what destiny has decided for him.

 - Are you going to take good care of him? I think that's why you're here, those dangerous eyes you have, the discomfort of your presence.

 - He won't need anyone but himself.

 Mr. Black continued to watch his son and smiled at what Vlad told him.

 - I will be proud of you, my dear son, of everything you do.

 Ion's life was always surrounded by bad memories, mistreatment by his mother and the people of the village. He always felt alone, never counting on anyone but his father. The photosensitivity has 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, his father packed away all of Ion's things and his own but left his son's room untouched. For his funeral his mother didn't even cry, she arrived late and wasn't even part of the preparations. The reason she had come was for the deeds to the farm and his company.

 The farm was given to his Mother Aileen, the company and everything was transferred to her. People in the village began to create rumors and talk about the mother's attitude towards her son's death and little by little she began to lose out; No one wanted to consume her products, and everything got worse when she brought another man to live there. She had taken Mr. Black off the farm, and he lived in a cabin in the woods, where he spent his last moments.

 A short time later, Ion's father became ill; he was depressed about having lost his only son, despite having had the opportunity to say goodbye to him, he stayed locked up at home and it was very rare for him to be seen outside his house. What Ion had told her about his scent was that Mr. Black was in fact sick, and being depressed worsened his condition and a few months after the death of his son Ion, he died; alone.