Part One: Premonition ...

Lonliness
Part One: Premonition ...
German translation: God's premonition ...

Well, after 2 months I can say that the first chapter is here ^^ Premonition actually means "bad premonition." You will read in this chapter how the German translation came about. I would like to thank my writers and wish you a lot of fun with Premonition:
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Dark shadows flood my insides
The unnameable does not want to take shape
Only the moon seems to know
And will remain his eternal companion
I feel as if the devil is going around in circles
To this house.
Brother, evil is near ...

With a serious expression and trembling hands, he put the letter aside. A bead of glass made its way down his face, telling of those efforts of the last night, which would be in vain if tomorrow's messenger forgot the little chapel and its good-natured inhabitants or did not want to visit him instead.He finished his work with a red seal, the squiggly writing of royal blue on silvery paper was roughly stowed in a wrinkled envelope.
The moon shone through the open window, sending its light back and forth across the room, as if trying to find the monk's message. A quick move followed and the letter disappeared under the protection of the old furniture and its drawer.
Sighing, the pale man turned on the ancient cooking utensil, filled a jug with water and let harmless bubbles rise up inside it. His grip on the herbs he had planted froze when he noticed a faint light in the chapel next to it.
Fear spread through him, as well as the strange feeling that he was unable to describe.
A harmless boyish prank, he thought jokingly, although he could rule out the meaning of the mysterious candlelight.
Throwing the hood over his head, his legs trembled under the weight of his terrible foreboding.Nevertheless, the old man went out into the cold, let negative thoughts flow away and looked for the way to the small chapel step by step.

Black robes slid around the altar, revealing no bones under their cloaks, framing the body of a human-like figure. Candles flickered in the moonlight, provided at least a small cone of light to illuminate the church for the viewer. Silently he watched the spectacle in front of him that made him deviate from the assumption of a boy prank. The rain drummed on the colored windows, bounced off them like glassy tears and left a watery trail.
The ceremony of the strange, male figures was now in full swing. The circle around the person in the middle became tighter and tighter, leaving almost no gap before the rough-looking voice began to hum in strange noises.
One by one, the members joined the chant so that their black robes were about to tremble and their bony hands clasped one another.The center had long since begun to move, one hand held on the stony ground of the altar, from whose sanctuary a bone was now loosening.
A smile flickered on the faces of those involved, but was driven away by the concentration they needed.
The calcium-rich element floated in front of the conjurer, who immediately embraced it like a valuable treasure and loosened a sticky substance from it. The silvery liquid crept around the hand of the demon like a light-skinned snake and left a pale blanket on the white skin, so that the figure now dropped its robe and a human, skeletal being could be recognized, which was covered with a new layer in seconds.
The old man was startled, almost made a frightened sound that would have drawn the occupants of the chapel to his company.
But the spectacle continued until the stranger's body was complete and the white hair that the moon had given him fell over his face."The blood of my ancestors," said the ambiguous tongue of the man in the middle who was studying his followers.
"... soaked in the guilt of the murderer ..." he continued, baring his white, natural teeth.
"... demands an innocent man.", He finished his long syllable sentence, turned to the window that the old man used to look through and let a flash of lightning illuminate the scenario. Their eyes met halfway, the black holes glowed with hatred and loneliness, even moving the monk to let out a scream of fear.
His legs carried him into the little chapel, into which suddenly the moonlight shot its beams of light and it seemed brighter than ever before.
The good-natured old man did not kneel, did not beg for his life, still did not seem to be able to understand the situation.
His murderer stepped on the delicate tiles of the cold floor, covered his youthful body with a black cloak on which laboriously glowing red clouds were embroidered, let him slide down his shoulders and put a straw hat on his white strands.The monk couldn't move. It seemed as if every single one of his limbs knew no use for his commands.
"This is your end ..." he heard the young man's voice say and add jokingly:
"... but my beginning."

A bright glow came towards the brightly painted windows, before their shards lined the splendid church corridor and the blood spread on them ran down the glassy surface. The old man, whose corpse was now thrown down the cliff and counted the rocks it touched, had silently accepted death, perhaps even waited for him.
If he had been asked about his experiences later, he might have said:
"I saw the devil's eyes."
But there was only one witness of eternal nothing ...

The copy ninja woke up drenched in sweat and stared at the small bedside clock that had freed him from his nightmare. Panting heavily, he reached for his forehead, examined the body temperature, ran his fingers through his white hair, looking for something strange that this vision had ordered him.Even at that moment he could feel the killing curse in his veins, an incredible pain that ran up his back to slowly come to an end in his head and cloud his senses.
He carelessly tossed the silk blanket that had warmed him aside, let his feet slide on the floor and searched his own apartment for a bath in the darkness.
When he grasped the iron handle and pressed it down, he noticed the strength he had displayed out of fear, which did not allow him to let go of the metal.
Convincing himself with encouragement, he went into the bathroom, put his head in the sink and let cool water run over it.
It was just a nightmare ... nothing more, he kept telling himself, but couldn't fool his feelings, which assumed it had to be the truth.
Nevertheless, this voice was overheard by Kakashi, who would not give up his firm conviction unless he was proven otherwise.
He stared silently through the graying window at the remains of a dead plant."Even what you loved so much is dead."