And a bullet goes through his heart.
Eric reacts first. "Dad? DAD!" He grabs his gold necklace (I can't see the instrument) and summons all his servants. "Catch the one who did this." They all vanish again. I see all my classmates going into shock. Some fainted, some cried, some throw up, some fell to the floor, and some started to cower, backing away into the wall. One even got scared enough to run.
I knew I didn't have time for that. Eric needed me. I run over to him
He cries over his father's figure. "He was the best dad in the world." I agree with him. Because as I look at the king, the more he resembles my father. Eric finally sees something other than his dad. "Isaac. You. Cure him. Save him. You can, right?" His tears grow larger, his voice more strained.
I nod and begin. "May all in this classroom remeber what has happened, and what I will do. The man that lays dead before me, was never shot through the heart. The bullet grazed his shoulder, and the pain made him pass out. But all who saw this, besides those in this classroom right now, believed him shot through the heart."
Eric turns back to his father, and the wound in his chest disappears as another appears on his shoulder. Eric repeatedly thanks me as he watches the breath return to the old man's lungs.
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What If? Talent of Truth
FantasyWhat if? You were always right. And if you werent, the world changed for you? add in a prince friend, an evildoer, a flaw, and a lot of coincedences, and you have my world of What if? Talent of Truth,
