Fanfic: ♥Rote Wolken♥
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I know, very briefly. But unfortunately I couldn't think of anything else. It was also difficult for me not to write in my usual writing style. Please don't hold it against me.
Chapter: ♥ Red clouds ♥
So, here's the actual text. It's really mine. Have fun• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ○ ••• ♦ ••• ◘ ••• ♦ •••
♥ Red clouds ♥
Ring ... ring ...
Very softly, very softly you could hear the ringing. It was the ringing of a little bell, caused by the steadily blowing wind. Otherwise it was quiet. All you could hear was the whistling of the wind and the soft tinkling of the bell.
The wind blew up dust. A scrap of cloth fluttered. It was soaked in blood. But even without the blood he would have been red. The rag belonged to a torn piece of clothing. The other pieces were not far away. Some were black, some were red. Some of them had a white border.
If you widened your field of vision a little, you could see where you were. It was a battlefield. A fight has recently been seen here. A bitter struggle between good and bad. Everyone believed this was the last fight. The enemies were now dead. Peace could be restored. The peace that has been hidden behind the facade of struggle for so long.
“There will never be real peace. The world cannot exist without a struggle. ”
One person stood on the battlefield. Her face was covered. Her coat was the same color as the scraps of fabric. Black-red-white.
“The fight continues. The war is on the march. ”
The wind blew over the battlefield again. The blood-soaked shred flew away into the distance.
Another person came from the earth.
“We should go. It's about time. ”
The masked man nodded, turned and started walking. The other person disappeared back into the ground.
“It will go on soon. Get ready. Soon ... ”
The wind blew one last time. More scraps of cloth were carried away.
Kling ... sound ...
Ring ... ring ...
Very softly, very softly you could hear the ringing. It was the ringing of a little bell, caused by the steadily blowing wind. Otherwise it was quiet. All you could hear was the whistling of the wind and the soft tinkling of the bell.
The wind blew up dust. A scrap of cloth fluttered. It was soaked in blood. But even without the blood he would have been red. The rag belonged to a torn piece of clothing. The other pieces were not far away. Some were black, some were red. Some of them had a white border.
If you widened your field of vision a little, you could see where you were. It was a battlefield. A fight has recently been seen here. A bitter struggle between good and bad. Everyone believed this was the last fight. The enemies were now dead. Peace could be restored. The peace that has been hidden behind the facade of struggle for so long.
“There will never be real peace. The world cannot exist without a struggle. ”
One person stood on the battlefield. Her face was covered. Her coat was the same color as the scraps of fabric. Black-red-white.
“The fight continues. The war is on the march. ”
The wind blew over the battlefield again. The blood-soaked shred flew away into the distance.
Another person came from the earth.
“We should go. It's about time. ”
The masked man nodded, turned and started walking. The other person disappeared back into the ground.
“It will go on soon. Get ready. Soon ... ”
The wind blew one last time. More scraps of cloth were carried away.
Kling ... sound ...
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I know, very briefly. But unfortunately I couldn't think of anything else. It was also difficult for me not to write in my usual writing style. Please don't hold it against me.