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When I open my eyes, I find myself inside of a classroom. I sit down on my desk and I place my backpack behind my chair. The teacher starts talking.
- We're going on an excursion to see a monument: the Royal Palace.
My peers seem happy. There is nothing that makes students happier than the opportunity to miss class time by going on a school trip. We leave the classroom and start walking towards the said palace. As soon as we arrive, we gather around the teacher waiting for him to speak.
The children around me are my sixth grade classmates. And the man who gives us the class is, indeed, the one who was my teacher at that time. He always seemed to me like a peculiar man, extravagant even. He was passionate about history, but for some reason, he couldn't stop talking about Hitler.
- Okay guys, let's continue with the- -he stops speaking, as if he were disoriented, and looks around, puzzled- What am I doing here?
Suddenly a weird door opens in front of us. It looks like a portal like the ones that appear in videogames, but on the other side there's absolutely nothing that can be seen, just pure darkness. We all stare expectantly, filled with terror. Some daring students approach it and one even touches the thing, and as soon as he does, he let's out a cry of pain.
Suddenly, a very deep voice comes out of the portal:
- Only the chosen one, with the best heart, innocent soul and intelligent mind will be able to pass.
People take the message as if directed at them. And one by one, all the children try to go through the portal, failing in the attempt. Suddenly, one of my classmates approaches shouting:
- Let me try, maybe I am the one!
I stand aside, thoughtful. I approach the portal and try my luck, but I am not accepted either.
The boy who is now getting closer to the magic door, was the one I believed to be the love of my life for five years. He approaches the portal slowly and places his palm on the dark door. A blue mark appears around his hand and the same voice from before speaks again.
- The chosen one has arrived.
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