Antlittle20

"The world is full of mystery. I've heard that all my life and it seems to be true. But if I go through something mysterious myself, will I be believed? Maybe I'll think I'm crazy, or everything that happens to me in my everyday life is just something I'm dreaming and soon I'll wake up. Questions without answers..."
Everything changes after he returns from a pilgrimage to a miraculous statue of the Holy Virgin Mary, when he becomes the victim of a plane accident in which, with no hope left, he prays alongside the other passengers, gives his final blessing, and then... And then what?
He wakes up on a bench. Where exactly? Right in the heart of the most important square in the world, in Rome, caput mundi, as the Latins used to say. What is he doing there? He remembered the airplane accident, but he also had other memories. How did he get here, what year is it? He was at the Vatican, but still... Is it the year 1492?!

When You Transmigrate to Other Times

Today is my birthday. Finally, I am turning 25. Interestingly, my birthday in the 15th century is the same as in the 21st century, May 28th. Interesting, to say the least.

I woke up early and after washing up and changing into some comfortable clothes, I went down for breakfast. As I suspected, no one seemed interested in the fact that today is my birthday. I decided to skip the morning Mass and instead hold an evening Mass in the Cathedral, using the occasion to tell the people that I am turning 25 and to ask them to pray for me. Anyway, it's not like anyone really cares…

"Marcus, you seem preoccupied… Did something happen?"

"N-No, it's nothing important. Anyway, you have two trials immediately after breakfast. One at 9:00 AM and the other at 10:00 AM."

"Marcus, didn't I tell you I wanted to be free today? They can wait until tomorrow…"

"Ha, the great judge doesn't feel like holding trials? How embarrassing…" Cesare said sarcastically.

Chapter XXXII: My Birthday