Translation
Fanfic: Schulzeug
Chapter: Dolor
Heat, sweat, sun. It was now late afternoon and the sky was already starting to turn orange, or was it just one of the many sandstorms that was raging on me and my cronies?
The three of us sat at this table for hour after hour. Soma, who was sitting next to me, was slumped on the wood. Only Phantasai still looked somewhat rested, even if she had to lean on her weapon. I rubbed my eyes. My gaze wandered over the barren land. Sand, sand and sand. There was nothing more. Well except for the small, deserted town far to the north, the rock with the tree and the car and of course us.
The wind came up. The chest of drawers next to our table creaked softly and the cloth that hung in its drawer moved with the gusts. It was a deceptive calm, how long it would be before the next rain shower neither of us knew. We probably didn't want to know either, because protecting the chest of drawers and the car tree from the hard raindrops, lightning and hailstones was a difficult undertaking every time, and it got more and more complicated every time.My eyes looked at the dark wood of the cupboard for the dozen time and although it was worn and covered with scratches you could see that it had once been a noble piece. There was a word on her right. "Imagine" was written in big letters in blood red. I knew that there were more words on the dresser even if I hardly recognized them as such through my cloudy eyes. A deep crack had splintered the wood on the left side, but we were able to mend it at that time and did not have to fear that we would not have done our job properly.
A sigh escaped my throat. It had become difficult lately, too often rain and snow fell over us, nobody knew how long we could hold out. But we couldn't give up until the last thought was erased, crumbling in the wind.
The wind around us became more urgent and bit our dry eyes. Thunderclouds came up, suddenly it was dark around us and the rain started.Soma straightened up with difficulty, she no longer had any strength. None of us had any strength left.
The cloth fled from the dresser hug and pulled past us. "Phantasmagoria" I whispered the word that was written on the fabric and suddenly felt ready to fight again.
I, Aura will not stop fighting with Soma and Phantasai against everything that attacks our innermost being. We will continue to fight for this body against wind and fear.
The three of us sat at this table for hour after hour. Soma, who was sitting next to me, was slumped on the wood. Only Phantasai still looked somewhat rested, even if she had to lean on her weapon. I rubbed my eyes. My gaze wandered over the barren land. Sand, sand and sand. There was nothing more. Well except for the small, deserted town far to the north, the rock with the tree and the car and of course us.
The wind came up. The chest of drawers next to our table creaked softly and the cloth that hung in its drawer moved with the gusts. It was a deceptive calm, how long it would be before the next rain shower neither of us knew. We probably didn't want to know either, because protecting the chest of drawers and the car tree from the hard raindrops, lightning and hailstones was a difficult undertaking every time, and it got more and more complicated every time.My eyes looked at the dark wood of the cupboard for the dozen time and although it was worn and covered with scratches you could see that it had once been a noble piece. There was a word on her right. "Imagine" was written in big letters in blood red. I knew that there were more words on the dresser even if I hardly recognized them as such through my cloudy eyes. A deep crack had splintered the wood on the left side, but we were able to mend it at that time and did not have to fear that we would not have done our job properly.
A sigh escaped my throat. It had become difficult lately, too often rain and snow fell over us, nobody knew how long we could hold out. But we couldn't give up until the last thought was erased, crumbling in the wind.
The wind around us became more urgent and bit our dry eyes. Thunderclouds came up, suddenly it was dark around us and the rain started.Soma straightened up with difficulty, she no longer had any strength. None of us had any strength left.
The cloth fled from the dresser hug and pulled past us. "Phantasmagoria" I whispered the word that was written on the fabric and suddenly felt ready to fight again.
I, Aura will not stop fighting with Soma and Phantasai against everything that attacks our innermost being. We will continue to fight for this body against wind and fear.