"Hey, Eldric, outside is not safe for you, and you know that very well." Mr. Berger demanded. "I understand what’s going through your head, but this isn’t the time to consider anything about it. I am sure that your father is safe someplace and evacuated himself."
"What if he is hunting for me?" Eldric nosed into Mr. Berger. "What if he gets caught someplace in this storm, where he can’t locate the road to the school?"
"But your safety comes in first priority in this scenario. We can't put another life at risk." Mr. Berger cautioned.
"Well, Mr. Berger, I must go. My father should be someplace outside, and I can’t let him die from this air bomb." Eldric insisted.
"Let him leave, sir! He could know where his father is." That little cream-skinned girl who had taken Amala to the bridge came, followed by some classmates. Eldric turned back.
"Well, I am not the one to stop you if you keep stubborn like this, Eldric." Mr. Berger answered. "But, be careful with the absconder. This would not be a simple idea."
"Thank you, sir!" Eldric reacted graciously.
"And another thing, don’t bring these bothersome youngsters with you. You must leave alone." Mr. Berger continued. "And go to my classroom first, you will find my umbrella there. Here’s the key."
Eldric nodded and quietly snatched the key. The girl and her friends followed him. Sascha joined shortly after in Mr. Berger’s classroom.
"You haven’t introduced yourself. Hey, my name is Eldric Voigt, by the way." Eldric proceeded to familiarise himself with that little girl.
"W-What!" The girl’s eyeballs narrowed. "You forgot my name within one day!"
Eldric stopped walking. "In what time period did I forget about you? I saw you for the first time in my life!"
"You must be joking!" She grinned. "Remember how you showed up during Mr. Lehmann’s class? You made the whole classroom break out as you pulled the wind out of your sails. That was not the only thing; even you knew our names before."
"What did he say about your name?" Sascha was curious.
"Umm, Mr. Voigt stated I am Sophie Warner." Relayed Sophie. "Which is true, Miss Albrecht? I am Sophie Warner, your one class junior."
"I know you; don’t worry," Sascha tittered. "This hermit boy is growing oblivious these days, and you don’t have to call me Mr. Albrecht. Call me by my name, Sascha."
"Yeah, she’s correct. Call me Eldric, too."
Eldric exited the conversation. He realised out that it would strangle things more. The lock didn’t take much to unlock. The wooden door creaked as Eldric pushed it. Sascha promptly lighted up the room with the torch in her hand. They rapidly marched towards the umbrella that was on the seat.
The lightning rumbles and shines in the classroom abruptly. Sophie made a horrible galloping noise.
"Hey, is it you who wrote this?" Sascha shouted for the thunder. There was a shredded piece of paper sticking near the seat where the umbrella was. Eldric was just ready to leave this spot when she interrupted him, and he returned back.
Don’t worry, Eldric. Vielist will be safe tonight.
Eldric touched his eyebrows with his gaze. He clutched the paper with both hands and read very attentively.
"Eldric, I am very convinced that it is your handwriting. Notice how you wrote your name." Sascha explained.
"Why will I write this to myself?" Eldric insisted.
"How would I know?" Sascha answered. "So, why would someone write this thing? That’s the question!"
"Maybe someone sent this note to assure that this outskirt will be unharmed tonight." Sophie came up with some form of hope. The torch flickered in this gloomy chamber.
"But why would these Nazi soldiers lie to us?" Sascha dissented. "It had placed people's lives in danger and caused their school to be overrun with Judeans."
"So I am counting it as a bit of mischief," Eldric finished. "Talking about people’s lives, my father is dodging death."
Eldric left the room and walked towards the male’s toilets. There were two large open windows in the toilet, just enough to offer an ideal getaway if students were tired with the chalkboard teachings. Eldric never had to consider about leaving from school when he was a student. He never backed the act either. When his old classmate Seppel couldn’t maintain his explanation of being unwell during Mr. Berger’s momentum lesson, he would ask his favourite pupil to act on his behalf. Eldric never backed him out. The wide window was really an excellent alternative for bunking the classroom, as no one cared to even hike in the Jungdorf forest.
As Eldric ran through the stormy streets of Vielist, he heard the deafening sound of approaching airbombs getting louder and louder. The people of Vielist were still in danger, and Eldric's heart raced with fear. Would he find his father in time, and would they and the people of Vielist both be safe before the bombs fell?
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The journey of Eldric Voigt, a young man with a brilliant mind and a wretched life. Despite his academic prowess, Eldric finds himself at a disadvantage in a society led by the Nazi regime, as he struggles with geopolitics and literature. When his chance to become a future leader is thwarted, he drops out of the prestigious school that molded the minds of the country's elite, leaving him feeling cursed by his prodigious abilities.
But when the Allies' bombings and refugees threaten the Nazi school's plans, Eldric is forced to return and participate in the classes he once found tedious. Desperate to fit in and hide his true beliefs, Eldric makes a fateful decision that will haunt him for decades.
Fast forward twenty years, and Eldric is given the opportunity to right his wrong decisions by traveling back to the past. Will he be able to change his fate and that of his friends, or is he doomed to repeat his mistakes? "War About to End" is a gripping tale of redemption, time travel, and the price of ambition in the face of tyranny.
(Disclaimer: While this story may fall within the genre of "historical fiction" and be situated within a significant period of human history, it is important to clarify that the characters, narrative, and setting are entirely fictionalized and bear no connection to actual events. It is crucial to acknowledge that the story effectively portrays the essence of human nature and its responses to the given circumstances.)