Once Eldric reached the toilet, he turned back and checked for any individuals in red uniforms following him. The rain splattered manfully to Eldric carelessly climbed the window and fell into the marsh rather than jumping through to it. He was completely wet and mudded with muck. The lightning flared warning Eldric as he followed the path glint torch. His eyes swept every foot, and he stepped as the path grew.
The bypass route was lengthier than if he could walk through the main gate of the school. Behind the slip road was a wide intersection of roads where automobiles and trucks hurtled along entirely lonely as Eldric went through it. While he tread every foot, he thought of two troops showing from a far distance, whose torch would likewise glim in his direction.
A buzz, a sort of whistling trickled the ears. The buzz transformed into a mid-range roar, an unmusical residue which may be better called a roar. It felt like, there were two monsters in the sky.
The ruction in the school’s hall room vibrated. Sascha and the other friends came back to the hall room. Sascha griffined at Mr. Berger that Eldric had flee from the school, and he didn’t react back. Amala flumped in the corner. Everything tried to appear fine out of the pandemonium as the noise arose in their ears too.
“Th-they are coming.” The man in his uniform cautioned.
The second wave of turmoil began. Some teared towards the main gate and others fitted themselves in the corner of the hall room.
“Oh GOD! Show us mercy!” Amala cried. “Oh! please save that poor boy!”
Mr. Frank seized the mic from the troops.
“Everyone, believe in god.” He continued. "Everyone who comes here from their home to trust in us. You retained trust in your nation that her leader will bring honour out of this war. In a few minutes, you must view the brutal damage of your nation. But, few who lost their life near the bridge didn’t have that chance to survive. I want you to realize-” garbled audio from the microphone ceased. No one was there to listen.
Everyone was out of their state. The diversion came from the grotesqueries' sounds, which were gently rumbling at them. Sascha, Sophie, Mr. Berger, Mr. Albrecht, and Dieter were looking at the black sky and seriating the distance it travelled. The rain-drenched individuals were discouraged as they recognised the monster’s presence.
Eldric bends his legs in the midst of the deluged road. The bitumen road grinned in the lightning and clutched the earth on hand. The relentless rain slickened his hair downwards.
Everyone admired the night sky till it landed on the earth. Time passed, and minutes followed. Rain was still prevailing.
The two beasts who governed the ambiance were quickly dropping their voices. Grumbling bellow that modified the mood of the school evaporated. The roaring they came, they couldn’t accept it when departing. Monsters planned to throw furious fireballs on wherever they plant their feet, but they accomplished nothing. An amity developed in their heart to extend mercy to the people of Vielist.
There was no BOOM heard. Strange!
“Oh Jesus! Is it a daydream! The air bombs didn’t land on the ground.” Amala babbled. “A miracle! A miracle in Jesus’ name.”
Soon after, the other half of the audience, who were formerly curled themselves in the school hallway for an encroaching terror, joined the downpour. Rain plummeted cats and dog and it greeted with peace. The petrichor was a perfume, and mire purported to be Heaven. Peopled hold the icy hand of their dear ones and embraced. The spilled tears, stammering their lips.
“Deutschland Erwache!” Dieter saluted in front of the throng, lifting his right hand up high in the sky.
“Deutschland Erwache!” Everyone repeated with him.
Mr. Frank stretched to Dieter and speak in his ears. He then gave him the microphone.
“Heil Hitler Dir!” Dieter clamoured. Everyone did the same again. The whole audience heated in damp rain.
Sascha was with her parents, clasping the ripped paper within the pocket. She stood still, biting her lips.
“Eldric, I hope you are safe in wherever you are! ” She mumbled.
A startling pindrop silence erupted in the admiring throng following the initial hit. The second one felt as if they had been stabbed in the ears. That was far away yet the sound felt loud and so close. The earth under the feet rocked.
Eldric on the other side of the scene, laid on the road drenched fully of the showers. He was outside of his world when two monsters swarmed around him. He heard it all, even the two plunges from the sky.
He closed his eyes firmly. The world turned black and blank.
Next Wednesday at 12 a.m. PST, the story will continue as we explore the miraculous salvation of the people of Vielist from the bombs. We will also follow the arrival of refugees from nearby cities and the aftermath of the destruction, including its impact on Eldric.
Stay tuned for updates for "Black Outs I"!
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.)