Translation
Fanfic: ~Legenden~
Subtitle: ~Legends~
Chapter: Chapter02
The voice
Every step they took was a step forward or a step backward. But it didn't matter to her. You were alive. It was just steps. Steps that led her home. Home. That word made everyone feel safe. A feeling of security that they didn't want to miss. These very steps echoed in this village. Like a distant echo, slowly dying. Always quieter, deeper. It got lost. The same steps that led her to her safety. Nobody heard it. It was her steps. And now they stood there. And looked into their home that consisted only of rubble. Ruins of the past, but also of the future. They enter blindly with a feeling of contentment. They step out blind, dissatisfied and eager. Eager for more. More than anyone else. And they knew where this greed could be satisfied. The same steps that led her home now brought her to the voice. The voice that calmed her core down again.The voice that gave them back their calm. That voice wasn't in the village. She wasn't locked in. She was near the water. The element that was said to have true purity. And yet it was precisely this element that, diabolically, slowly flowing, washes away his past, which itself united all times in an unfathomable, dark way.
But this voice, moved by this element, found its peace of mind precisely there. But now had to get up again. One part screamed loudly, but the other part remained calm, obedient. Ready to do whatever was asked to protect yourself. There was no escape. They determined their echo. You determined when she fell silent.
--- And now they stood there again, demanding. But did not know what to ask. It was easy to give the order, but it was difficult to fathom what they were commanding. That voice should clear it up. This voice was the salvation that they sought to satisfy their greed. Unexpectedly, they watched the words form out of that voice.The words that should make every wish come true. "Granted," it echoed everywhere. In all directions at ease. Free.
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But now this voice had to follow. To the place where it would lose its freedom. To the place where it should fall silent forever. Dark, cold, forbidding. The voice trembled. A premonition overwhelmed her like a wave of dark water. Looks that looked at this voice, gave it a face. Looks from those who wanted to hear their voice. The voice came from a small mouth, with full lips, matching the plump, soft face, whose eyes were dark, abandoned by any hope. Thin eyebrows gave her face that was belittled by her little snub nose, a contrary, adult expression, marked by fear.
The auburn hair fell in sweaty strands on her face, clung to her cheeks, where all color had faded.
And now everyone was waiting for her to sound her voice again. But the word that she should sculpt did not come out of her lips.Her voice had long since fallen silent. Because here she was not free.
Every step they took was a step forward or a step backward. But it didn't matter to her. You were alive. It was just steps. Steps that led her home. Home. That word made everyone feel safe. A feeling of security that they didn't want to miss. These very steps echoed in this village. Like a distant echo, slowly dying. Always quieter, deeper. It got lost. The same steps that led her to her safety. Nobody heard it. It was her steps. And now they stood there. And looked into their home that consisted only of rubble. Ruins of the past, but also of the future. They enter blindly with a feeling of contentment. They step out blind, dissatisfied and eager. Eager for more. More than anyone else. And they knew where this greed could be satisfied. The same steps that led her home now brought her to the voice. The voice that calmed her core down again.The voice that gave them back their calm. That voice wasn't in the village. She wasn't locked in. She was near the water. The element that was said to have true purity. And yet it was precisely this element that, diabolically, slowly flowing, washes away his past, which itself united all times in an unfathomable, dark way.
But this voice, moved by this element, found its peace of mind precisely there. But now had to get up again. One part screamed loudly, but the other part remained calm, obedient. Ready to do whatever was asked to protect yourself. There was no escape. They determined their echo. You determined when she fell silent.
--- And now they stood there again, demanding. But did not know what to ask. It was easy to give the order, but it was difficult to fathom what they were commanding. That voice should clear it up. This voice was the salvation that they sought to satisfy their greed. Unexpectedly, they watched the words form out of that voice.The words that should make every wish come true. "Granted," it echoed everywhere. In all directions at ease. Free.
-----
But now this voice had to follow. To the place where it would lose its freedom. To the place where it should fall silent forever. Dark, cold, forbidding. The voice trembled. A premonition overwhelmed her like a wave of dark water. Looks that looked at this voice, gave it a face. Looks from those who wanted to hear their voice. The voice came from a small mouth, with full lips, matching the plump, soft face, whose eyes were dark, abandoned by any hope. Thin eyebrows gave her face that was belittled by her little snub nose, a contrary, adult expression, marked by fear.
The auburn hair fell in sweaty strands on her face, clung to her cheeks, where all color had faded.
And now everyone was waiting for her to sound her voice again. But the word that she should sculpt did not come out of her lips.Her voice had long since fallen silent. Because here she was not free.