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Fanfic: Die Nacht des silbernen, sichelförmigen Mondes
Chapter: The night of the silver, sickle-shaped moon
Hiii Knuffels !!!
Thank you very much for the clerks! * was very happy *
Okay, here comes my new short story. If you want, I'll write an FF out of it. I already have a few ideas. However, this FF will only have 10 chapters. So if you want, tell me in the picking room!
* cuddle * your WildAngel °°
The night of the silver, sickle-shaped moon.
The crescent moon illuminates the meadow brightly. He bathes the blades of grass in a silvery light and lets them shine. The wind gently rocks the green plants back and forth. Just as if he wanted to lull himself to sleep. Red and yellow flowers shine like twinkling stars out of this green sea and dance with the wind. On the edge of this enchanting backdrop, there is a forest. Dark, cold and scary. The wind whistles through the leaves rustling loudly. This rustling sounds like a threatening growl through the forest and across the meadow.
Suddenly, clouds of fog begin to move around. Begin to collect and develop into a contour. And all of a sudden a creature of incredible beauty emerges from this mist. Like a feather so lightly, it floats over the meadow. Her long blonde, almost white hair appears silver in the light of the moon. Her skin looks even whiter and more fragile than usual in the moonlight. Her blue eyes are as bright as the stars. And yet. There is something in them that makes this radiance a shimmer. The wind blows her white robe back and plays with her. She moves purposefully towards the edge of the forest.
Yet her body struggles, her heart with all its strength against it. Your heart screams in pain. Your body refuses to take another step. Only with her willpower does she achieve her goal. Your body is trembling with pain and exertion. But she knows it's best She was way too selfish.Way too selfish. In doing so, she put everyone and everything in danger. The angelic figure doesn't care about her life. But his life is most precious to her. And that's why she has to endure agony and grief. She has to listen to her mind. She has to shut her heart to her mouth. No matter how much it hurts her.
When she arrives at the edge of the forest, she stops and stares into the darkness. She feels it. Feel his closeness, his warmth. But she is no longer allowed to do that. Never again.
And suddenly he steps out of the gloom of the forest. He steps in front of her like a shadow and gives the young woman a warm look. She can't look him in the eye. Never again. She must never see this fire again. Can feel it. No more listening to his voice, enjoying his touch. She lowers her gaze to the floor. His look is too painful. What she has to do now is too painful.
He also feels that something is wrong.He feels her pain, her grief, her fear. Something is wrong with his lover. Why is she averting her gaze? Fear and panic wrap around his body like heavy iron chains and tie him up. He feels how difficult it is to breathe, how his heart begins to beat faster. He takes a step towards her, but she backs away like a shy deer.
She lifts her head and looks straight into his eyes. His gaze rests on her, worried and warm. She feels the pain in her heart and the tears in the corner of her eye. Immediately she turns around and takes a few steps. Then she turns around again and looks at her lover. She doesn't need words. Your looks speak volumes.
He opens his eyes and looks at his angel. He had feared that for so long, but it has now happened. He had always suppressed it. But now the time has come. She says goodbye. Forever. Never again will he see them, will he hear them, he will feel them close to his heart.She will go away from him forever.
She looks at him with tear-veiled eyes and throws him a kiss. Then she dives into the fog. And then she disappeared. Forever. With her she takes his heart, his happiness, his life. Now she's gone. He feels empty. Burned out. Powerless. Immediately the gleam disappears from his eyes. All that remains is a dull shimmer that comes from the salty tears. He sinks powerless to the ground and clenches his hands into fists. Why did this all happen? He can't understand. He thought they could do anything together. And now it's all over. Forever. He breaks at this thought. He doesn't want to live like that anymore. He doesn't want to live without her anymore. He feels how the chains around his body tighten and tighten his air. He leans on his arms and begins to gasp. But actually he doesn't defend himself. His heart died moments ago.Has done its last blow. He lifts his gaze towards the sky and sees the stars high in the sky. They remind him of their eyes. As bright and clear as the stars. And now it is just as far away as this one. What should he do without her? His life no longer has any meaning. Finally he makes up his mind and pulls his sword out of its sheath. With a desperate cry, he lets it down and then sinks lifeless to the ground. His eyes close and he cries his last tear.
With a painful cry, she too sinks to the ground. He ended his life. The life she wanted to protect. She should have known. She should have known he couldn't be without her. And now it's too late. She quickly rises out of the fog and runs towards her lover. She kneels down next to him. Red blood on white silk. Salty tears on cold skin. Loud crying echoes through the forest. Desperate pleading that will never be heard.
She takes his head in her hands and puts her hot forehead on his. Silver, expensive tears moistened his closed eyes. She screams, cries and pleads. But nothing brings him back. Makes him wake up from his sleep.
She should have known. She is to blame for his death. In his torments. She is to blame for everything. If she hadn't been so selfish then and had revealed her feelings to him then he would still be alive now.
Her hand closes around the hilt of his sword as if by itself. Blood is still dripping from the blade. Should she dare? Should she follow her lover? Then they would be united forever. But what would become of him then? What would become of what she wears under her heart? She can't do it. No way. Her life could wipe her out, but not the child of her love for him. She can't do that.
With a heavy heart, she buries him that night and then climbs back into the fog.
Years later you can hear children's laughter echoing through the forest. The forest is now friendly, warm and bright. There is no longer any sign of cold, fear or darkness. Animal sounds roar through the forest and a bright, clear laugh mixes with the sounds and children's laughter.
At the edge of the forest lies the flower meadow. Cold, gloomy, scary. A terrible level. The flowers have withered and the once lush green grass has withered.
Many believe that it has to do with the night of the silver moon and the farewell. Others don't believe in it.
And even today, in the night of the silver, sickle-shaped moon, you can still see wafts of mist moving over the old meadow. Then you see the angelic figure floating on the edge of the forest. You can see how she says goodbye to a being of enormous power, strength and malice and disappears again in the fog. People who saw this were overcome with such sadness that they were never the same again.
The children who play in the forest, whose laughter echoes through the trees, do not need to believe in it. You know it. After all, you know him. Him who always hovers over the forest floor in a white robe. Him whose eyes are as bright and warm as the stars. Him who has the power, strength and malice. You know him. Him who always plays with them. And they like him. He is a good friend. Only on the night of the silver, crescent-shaped moon, is he not him. Then he becomes sad, angry, angry. Then he always goes under the large deciduous tree, whose leaves are always green, and kneels in front of a dark red rose that grows out of the earth. The children are scared that night. Because they know he will avenge his father. He will avenge his mother's pain and agony. He will avenge his parents. When the time comes, it will be him who will bring a new era. And then they will stand by him. The children from the village are sure of that.
And always on this one night his mother comes to pick him up from playing. She kneels next to him and takes his hand. Then they disappear into the fog.
The next day, the children's laughter echoes through the forest again.
Thank you very much for the clerks! * was very happy *
Okay, here comes my new short story. If you want, I'll write an FF out of it. I already have a few ideas. However, this FF will only have 10 chapters. So if you want, tell me in the picking room!
* cuddle * your WildAngel °°
The night of the silver, sickle-shaped moon.
The crescent moon illuminates the meadow brightly. He bathes the blades of grass in a silvery light and lets them shine. The wind gently rocks the green plants back and forth. Just as if he wanted to lull himself to sleep. Red and yellow flowers shine like twinkling stars out of this green sea and dance with the wind. On the edge of this enchanting backdrop, there is a forest. Dark, cold and scary. The wind whistles through the leaves rustling loudly. This rustling sounds like a threatening growl through the forest and across the meadow.
Suddenly, clouds of fog begin to move around. Begin to collect and develop into a contour. And all of a sudden a creature of incredible beauty emerges from this mist. Like a feather so lightly, it floats over the meadow. Her long blonde, almost white hair appears silver in the light of the moon. Her skin looks even whiter and more fragile than usual in the moonlight. Her blue eyes are as bright as the stars. And yet. There is something in them that makes this radiance a shimmer. The wind blows her white robe back and plays with her. She moves purposefully towards the edge of the forest.
Yet her body struggles, her heart with all its strength against it. Your heart screams in pain. Your body refuses to take another step. Only with her willpower does she achieve her goal. Your body is trembling with pain and exertion. But she knows it's best She was way too selfish.Way too selfish. In doing so, she put everyone and everything in danger. The angelic figure doesn't care about her life. But his life is most precious to her. And that's why she has to endure agony and grief. She has to listen to her mind. She has to shut her heart to her mouth. No matter how much it hurts her.
When she arrives at the edge of the forest, she stops and stares into the darkness. She feels it. Feel his closeness, his warmth. But she is no longer allowed to do that. Never again.
And suddenly he steps out of the gloom of the forest. He steps in front of her like a shadow and gives the young woman a warm look. She can't look him in the eye. Never again. She must never see this fire again. Can feel it. No more listening to his voice, enjoying his touch. She lowers her gaze to the floor. His look is too painful. What she has to do now is too painful.
He also feels that something is wrong.He feels her pain, her grief, her fear. Something is wrong with his lover. Why is she averting her gaze? Fear and panic wrap around his body like heavy iron chains and tie him up. He feels how difficult it is to breathe, how his heart begins to beat faster. He takes a step towards her, but she backs away like a shy deer.
She lifts her head and looks straight into his eyes. His gaze rests on her, worried and warm. She feels the pain in her heart and the tears in the corner of her eye. Immediately she turns around and takes a few steps. Then she turns around again and looks at her lover. She doesn't need words. Your looks speak volumes.
He opens his eyes and looks at his angel. He had feared that for so long, but it has now happened. He had always suppressed it. But now the time has come. She says goodbye. Forever. Never again will he see them, will he hear them, he will feel them close to his heart.She will go away from him forever.
She looks at him with tear-veiled eyes and throws him a kiss. Then she dives into the fog. And then she disappeared. Forever. With her she takes his heart, his happiness, his life. Now she's gone. He feels empty. Burned out. Powerless. Immediately the gleam disappears from his eyes. All that remains is a dull shimmer that comes from the salty tears. He sinks powerless to the ground and clenches his hands into fists. Why did this all happen? He can't understand. He thought they could do anything together. And now it's all over. Forever. He breaks at this thought. He doesn't want to live like that anymore. He doesn't want to live without her anymore. He feels how the chains around his body tighten and tighten his air. He leans on his arms and begins to gasp. But actually he doesn't defend himself. His heart died moments ago.Has done its last blow. He lifts his gaze towards the sky and sees the stars high in the sky. They remind him of their eyes. As bright and clear as the stars. And now it is just as far away as this one. What should he do without her? His life no longer has any meaning. Finally he makes up his mind and pulls his sword out of its sheath. With a desperate cry, he lets it down and then sinks lifeless to the ground. His eyes close and he cries his last tear.
With a painful cry, she too sinks to the ground. He ended his life. The life she wanted to protect. She should have known. She should have known he couldn't be without her. And now it's too late. She quickly rises out of the fog and runs towards her lover. She kneels down next to him. Red blood on white silk. Salty tears on cold skin. Loud crying echoes through the forest. Desperate pleading that will never be heard.
She takes his head in her hands and puts her hot forehead on his. Silver, expensive tears moistened his closed eyes. She screams, cries and pleads. But nothing brings him back. Makes him wake up from his sleep.
She should have known. She is to blame for his death. In his torments. She is to blame for everything. If she hadn't been so selfish then and had revealed her feelings to him then he would still be alive now.
Her hand closes around the hilt of his sword as if by itself. Blood is still dripping from the blade. Should she dare? Should she follow her lover? Then they would be united forever. But what would become of him then? What would become of what she wears under her heart? She can't do it. No way. Her life could wipe her out, but not the child of her love for him. She can't do that.
With a heavy heart, she buries him that night and then climbs back into the fog.
Years later you can hear children's laughter echoing through the forest. The forest is now friendly, warm and bright. There is no longer any sign of cold, fear or darkness. Animal sounds roar through the forest and a bright, clear laugh mixes with the sounds and children's laughter.
At the edge of the forest lies the flower meadow. Cold, gloomy, scary. A terrible level. The flowers have withered and the once lush green grass has withered.
Many believe that it has to do with the night of the silver moon and the farewell. Others don't believe in it.
And even today, in the night of the silver, sickle-shaped moon, you can still see wafts of mist moving over the old meadow. Then you see the angelic figure floating on the edge of the forest. You can see how she says goodbye to a being of enormous power, strength and malice and disappears again in the fog. People who saw this were overcome with such sadness that they were never the same again.
The children who play in the forest, whose laughter echoes through the trees, do not need to believe in it. You know it. After all, you know him. Him who always hovers over the forest floor in a white robe. Him whose eyes are as bright and warm as the stars. Him who has the power, strength and malice. You know him. Him who always plays with them. And they like him. He is a good friend. Only on the night of the silver, crescent-shaped moon, is he not him. Then he becomes sad, angry, angry. Then he always goes under the large deciduous tree, whose leaves are always green, and kneels in front of a dark red rose that grows out of the earth. The children are scared that night. Because they know he will avenge his father. He will avenge his mother's pain and agony. He will avenge his parents. When the time comes, it will be him who will bring a new era. And then they will stand by him. The children from the village are sure of that.
And always on this one night his mother comes to pick him up from playing. She kneels next to him and takes his hand. Then they disappear into the fog.
The next day, the children's laughter echoes through the forest again.