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A bright light… You slowly open your eyes, but quickly shield them again with a hand. The past twenty-four hours have been a blur..



…imagine; so much has been done, and yet so little compared to the amount of things still left unresolved.

At least Johannes got some rest at last. He’d been traveling throughout Europe non-stop for almost 2 weeks. Keeping himself awake with coffee and only eating when absolutely necessary as to not lose consciousness, he had been following clues related to his parents’ disappearance. After all, that’s why he left his beloved foster family in Spain. He had been living with them for over 12 years now, ever since that day when his father Alberto took him from the orphanage in Austria, to his new home.

He missed them dearly.

But he knew that he also had to find his first loves, his biological parents. They’d disappeared mysteriously one day, and with no clue as to where, he couldn’t do anything about it. Until now.

The light coming through the curtain woke Johannes up. He had been sleeping for almost 4 hours now, but seeing as how the light through the curtain wasn’t going to cooperate, he got up from his bed, and proceeded on with his daily routine.

After heading down to pay the check-out at the front desk, Johannes got out of the hotel and wondered to where he would go next in his journey.

“Let’s see…I’m in France, specifically Valence…” “Vienne?” “Marseille?” “Hmm…I could go through Grenoble and arrive in Italy by the end of the week…” “It would all depend on the transportation…”

Ever since his departure from Spain, Johannes has traveled by foot, by horse, or by train, whichever’s available at the moment. He had traveled from Barcelona to the country Andorra, and then to France, searching for the clue that his father found out about his parents.

“Now, if there’s a horse stable nearby, I’d be fine for the time being.” “I can ride the horse halfway, and go on feet for the rest of the trip.” “Thankfully, the French people here seem to know some Spanish, so that worked out for me.” “Although I’ve been understood in French so far, despite being a novice…”

“I really, really should’ve planned all this yesterday instead of sight-seeing and buying things.” “But then, I needed to restock my supplies for the journey ahead, so…””Plus, it couldn’t hurt to know where everything was for future reference…”


Walking through the crowd on the street in the early morning was good; it meant an earlier start towards Italy and a good chance of getting good deeds of modes of transportation.

But of course --
>gruumbblllle<
stomachs and Hunger don’t care.

So, Johannes walked to the nearest café, and eat some breakfast in the meantime. In this case, it was necessary to eat. “Or else I won’t be able to concentrate on getting to Italy what with my stomach’s incessant grumbling.”


While eating, something caught his eye: a flying ad.

No, not an ad that actually flies. An ad about airplanes.

Johannes remembered about the contraption from one of his daily conversations with his father and brothers. The Wright brothers were able to make a plane fly, almost at the beginning of the century. Planes were used in the War, and now were being used in the War Against the Dictator…Planes were useful for cargo, and for traveling. He remembers the first time he went on one, almost 2 years after his adoption. Come to think of it, it was the last time he went on one. “Now why…oh, yes, it’s because Vater was afraid of heights.” “When he looked out, he had forgotten that planes fly in the sky!” “Hahaha, after that, he decided to arrive late to places by car than arrive early by plane.”

“A plane…” Johannes thought. “I assure there must be manuals for these things…” “Maybe that’s what I need now…”



The La Femme du Soleil Agency. It’s owner has about 50 airplanes, most from France and Britain, others left over from the war so far. Whatever so, this is one of the few flying agency still left that hasn’t been taken over for use of the planes in the war, and that perhaps is Fate smiling again.

“So” Mr. Angoûl, the owner, said “you need a plane to get from Valence to Italy.” “Well then…this one.” Motioning Johannes to turn his sight over to the golden-brown plane standing nearby the hangar. You could see that this one was from the old generation, a plane that was part of the Golden Age of Flight. But not rusty, no, not yet. The plane still had years to go before the grave, and now, it’ll fly on graceful wings again, because Fate demands it.

“Will it get me to Italy then?”, asked Johannes. He had seen these types of planes before once, with his blood parents, when he was a child. But he hoped that at least it could fly like the modern ones, those he could handle, at least a bit. Mr. Angoûl promptly assured him that the plane is a good one, and can even take him beyond Italy, if he wishes. “Then it’s perfect.” “I’ll be taking it, then.”

The bright light shone against the plane’s window plate. Johannes closed his eyes, shielding them with his hands. As the plane front fans began to turn around, faster and faster, he opened his eyes again. The clouds were bright and white, and the sun was at its good time for light. He thought to himself, while pushing and turning all the required buttons: “…well then plane, you’re mine now.” “My sole companion on this journey...” “Let’s make the best and hope that you’ll still be here by journey’s end.”


And so, into the sky the plane flew, with pilot in hand. Italy seems so far, and yet so near now with this amazing contraption.

>rrrrrrrmmmmmm<

“Hmm, I think I’m going to christen thee…”

“Zeit von Esperanza”

“Age of Hope”