I think that enough to get my point, did you understand?
I have a feeling you didn't.
William is Dalia, and it decides which one of them you will hear to die or live, is a good argument but no.....
How to make my point crossed to you…
You know what, I will continue the story. Here's a little hint,
the story isn't the way, but the way shapes the story.
Where we stopped—
Arthur lifted his head and saw the same person who told him about the fountain. And he had five other people with him, but it was a struggle to see their faces, even at day. Anyway, they all were wearing the same thing: black suit with black hat. The one who told them about the fountain was different because he held a big bag. So basically, they looked like Italian mafia from TV, or businessmen.
Arthur shouted at the man:
"Are you trying to kidnap me? Do you want ransom? I will give it to you but without violence!"
The mysterious figure put the bag down and lifted up his hat. He was the most handsome man Arthur saw in his life—he had big blue eyes, his hair going down to his neck.
So Arthur asked, "You look from a prestigious family. Why would someone like you kidnap?"
Before he could answer, Martin looked confused.
"Who are you talking to, Arthur?"
Arthur said, "Now isn't the time."
Martin said, "I am serious, is this a trick?"
Arthur said to him, "I'm talking to the scammer, can you stop…"
"Anyway, what do you want from me?"
Martin stood up, thinking Arthur was trying to trick him, and moved to the place Arthur was looking.
The figure said, "My name is Cinatas Levid, I—"
Arthur noticed that Martin was getting closer to them, so he warned him:
"Stop, don't, they will take you, harm you!"
Martin kept going until he hit them or in his point of view he hit invisible wall, which made him stand in terror.
But in Arthur's pov, he saw Martin pierce through them like air. He as well was shocked.
Cinatas calmed him down and told him, "Make Martin drink from the fountain to see us."
And he did. And both were waiting in silence.
Cinatas told them, "I will grant you any wish you desire."
Martin and Arthur were still in shock.
The five figures circled them.
Cinatas picked up his bag from the ground with his left hand, took a couple of steps toward them, then stopped. He raised his left hand and said, "Sit down." There was nothing around them. He repeated it in a more serious tone—before he finished "I said sit down"—they flung their bodies backward and were about to hit the ground. With a magic trick—producing objects from thin air—chairs appeared and they were seated. The left hand that held the bag positioned it on the table that had appeared like the chairs. Cinatas sat with them, opened the bag, and said, "Look. You have to sign a contract for the wish. Both are free."
Arthur found the courage to ask, "What's the catch?"
Cinatas answered, "You get one wish with one condition—nothing more, nothing less. The other choice is... a lot. But it is genuine: it will make God your enemy."
Martin asked, "What is the one condition?"
Cinatas said, "Whatever you wish for, I choose how to make that wish happen— not you."
Arthur pressed, "You'll make it different how?"
Cinatas replied, "Not 'different' exactly. For example: if you wish to become rich, rather than giving you cash I will give you something valuable. But you cannot give it to anyone or sell it."
Martin: "What if I wish for money?"
Cinatas: "Nothing changes—valuable thing, but for you only to use; you cannot sell it."
Arthur: "What about if I make God my enemy?"
Cinatas said, "You will get what you want—exactly the way you specified. But everything besides that wish will become your enemy: destiny, time, your body, the earth, the sky—whatever holds your frame of body and soul will try to throw you out of it. What will your wish be? A wish by you against you, or a wish by me to you?"
Arthur wished for his parents to come back.
Cinatas shook his head. "I can't give you something from the past. It must be from the present."
Arthur thought to himself about what he wanted more than anything. He remembered the police station—how, if he had known the exact time of their death, he could have stalled just long enough for the crash to pass. He said, "I wish to know the time of death of anyone I know, if it is near."
Martin said, "I wish for people to be afraid to tell me the truth or their opinion."
Cinatas handed them two contracts and two pens—each to sign only one.
Before that, Martin asked, "There are people who don't believe in God. If we argue they're already the enemy of God, they still seem to get everything they want…"
Cinatas gave a short laugh. "Maybe. They may have what they want, but never what they need."
That was enough to push both Martin and Arthur toward the first contract—the one with the single condition. They tried to sign with the pens Cinatas had given them, but the pens had no ink.
Cinatas explained, "These pens have a sharp end. Make a small cut on your finger. With blood, you sign."
They did as instructed. Once the contracts were signed, the chairs vanished, the table vanished, the five figures and Cinatas vanished—and even the fountain disappeared. Left with nothing, Martin and
Arthur crashed hard against the ground....
Now reader did at least understand this part.... My guess is still not,...
Don't worry, at the end everything will be cleared....