Eternal-A Project XV Spin Off

Chapter I-Somehow alone

Both's POV:

This is new,complitely new...I could have expected anything from my life and even worse from my death.

Hell,heaven...never cared much and I got to admit that I didn't feel surprised when I saw that I wasn't in any of 'em but finding myself back to where everything had started was...how can I say?

It's probably the first time that I remain speechless. I don't like this feeling,I want it to end.
I'm not used to this anymore,but maybe I should be more clear.

Foscolo's POV:

1st of May 2021

It's 2021 and I'm alive.

How is this possible? It's a long story that has to do with science and a social experiment,I don't really know...the only thing that is clear is that it's been like 194 years since I died and now I'm here.

And now you all would say 'well,you should be happy about it!' or something like that,yes,I'm pleased by this but happy is such a strong word for someone who has been dead for 200 goddamn years and brought back to life during a fucking global pandemic!

What can I do during a global pandemic? Absolutely nothing,but you guys already know this.

I've been brought back to life in 2020,actually,but I had to stay locked with some scientists to be 'rieducated to modern life',it wasn't that hard and in general now most of the other people who has been brought back to life knows how to act normal in the 21st Century.

Basically looks like that in some time we all are going to be teachers in a school for a social experiment and I'll be teaching  philosophy,history and literature.

Now this year will be mostly used to let us,back from the death,to touch with hands,and not only the theory, the modern life.

I met some other people at the beginning,I seemed to spot some known faces but didn't pay too much attentions to them,I didn't wanna ruin my first day spent surrounded by nothing but the beauty of being alone but alive.

I have an house now,it's been quite a while since we were released into the modernity,I feel great.

Napoleon's POV:

4th of May 2021- 11 pm

I'm confused,honestly...I've been brouth back to life for a reason but I wasn't listening when they were talking about it so I'm not the most reliable source about this subject.

The scientists said to be careful on our death day but I don't know why,they said that we don't have to panic...who knows what they were talking about.

Maybe I have a clue,I don't feel good. 

I started to feel terrible some hours ago and I'm worried that it could be because  of tomorrow. It's the fifth of May,I don't remember much about that day.

5h of May 2021- 00

Things are getting worse,so much worse.

I think my temperature is rising,I can barely stand up...I need to go look for someone.

I need answers,I know perfectly that the place where they kept us before leaving is not that far but I have no idea of how to drive. It's far different from riding a horse and when they teached us I wasn't paying attention.

I spent most of the time looking for a friendly face in the crowd,I knew some people,by history books or because I had met them when I was truly alive...but as I think about it I probably never reached for them because I never saw them as friendly.

Don't get me wrong,it's not like I didn't trust or admire the people in the room with me...they were familiar but I had no idea of what they thought of me for real,or anyways never had any kind of feel with them.

At this point I would have just even reached an enemy,it would have been better,I wouldn't have been complitely alone.

Actually...yes,I've seen someone that made me smile a little,we have met probably once but somehow  remained in contact for a lot of time.
He doesn't like me,at all.
Or at least he did.
I remember our first meeting in Lyon in 1802,I thought,by the way he talked,that he admired me.
Now,y'all are probably thinking 'Napoleon,how can you remember a person that you met once 200 years ago and never seen him again after?'
I won't lie to myself,probably none of you is asking this.
Anyways I'll reply because this is my internal soliloquy and I decide what to say.
When I heared him speak,even if I couldn't understand everything,I remained amazed...he was a poet,I already knew it,his ways and his manners fashinated me.
I was so inspired that I tried to look for something else wrote by him and you cannot even immagine how disappointed I was when I noticed that I had lost his trust years before we met.
If he actually liked me I would have probably just decided to meet him more than once,but since he didn't...meeting him would have been pointles and a waste of time.
But I think that now I have the chance,It's been an hour...I've been going around for at least an hour and an half,I can't find anything...I'm disoriented.
I know where is the poet's house,it was probably one of the few parts of the scientist's explaination that I actually listened for real.
Don't get me wrong,I needed to see where I lived aswell and they were saying all the places together,it's not like I cared about where the other was.
But in that moment his address was the only one I could remember,probably because I actually saw him as a friendly face.
I believe he doesn't even know I'm alive  too.
I have to try,maybe he won't even recognize me.
It would be great.
I ran to the address,at the beginning I was confused,the houses looked all the same,I felt relieved as I read his name on a door.
Ugo Foscolo
My view was almost totally blurred when I knocked the door,I felt my legs grow weak until they gave out on me as I saw the door open.
I heared some yelling,the sounds were muffled,I felt the heat of fever take over my body.
I felt something on my shoulders and that's the last thing I felt before I blacked out.