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Fanfic: Dunkle Nebel (Prolog)
Chapter: Dark Mists (Prologue)
Well again a new FF and still not brought to an end. The best thing is, I wrote it when it was beautiful sunshine outside, 35 ° in the shade, a nice football game is on TV ... What the heck.
Somehow I noticed that each FF is set in a different season:
red snow: in winter
When love hurts: in spring
Piccolo and vegeta: in summer
Dark fog: in autumn
Love that shouldn't be: none at all, since it takes place in the space of spirit and time.
It just struck me that way (okay, it was never really said in which season it was playing and it's only obvious in two ... but hey, what the heck is a "nice" insight ...)
I don't think anyone will like it because I like it too much ^ - ^. Otherwise I always hate my parts and everyone else likes it. No really, I think it's really great this time (okay self-praise stinks ...)
Somehow I have to improve my writing style ... I don't find it particularly special either ... especially when it comes to descriptions, it often fails me, whether emotionally or for landscapes ... always the same.* kicks her writing style *
What the heck .... I wish you all a lot of fun, everyone ^ - ^
Clouds of mist lay in the air. A light drizzle pelted the dark earth.
The man who sat by the window watched the spectacle.
At 2:00 a.m.
"Why isn't he coming?"
His only thought for an hour. The eldest son was injured. Seriously injured. Nobody knew how. His girlfriend found him by accident. Since then he has been in a coma. Or it was just too deep a faint, as she hoped. Nobody knew that exactly.
"Why isn't he coming?"
Impatiently stared out the window, waited. Waited and waited. And didn't know what to do next.
He didn't want to abandon his son. He needed him, he knew that. But he also knew that he needed the person he was waiting for even more.
"Why isn't he coming?"
The only question ... His gaze wandered to the clock.2:30 a.m. Again he looked into the darkness that was shrouded in mist. They had told him long ago. Didn't he care?
"Why isn't he coming?"
He had known the injured man better than his own father. After a short time I built a father-son relationship with him. ´Sometimes I envied you. You were more to him than just his comrade in arms. You were his best friend ... 'The gaze wandered to the bed. He slept restlessly, breathed restlessly. It may just be a deep swoon. But still...
"Why isn't he coming?"
Had he forgotten it? Didn't he want anything from his friend?
His eyes widened. "No ..." energetically he shook his black head. No, he was definitely not responsible, he would never do that to him. But...
"Why doesn't he come ...?"
The words were only whispered.
Another look at the clock. 3:00 a.m. He tried desperately to distract himself to shorten the waiting time.However, his thoughts only hung on his injured son.
"Who can do such a thing? Who is capable of such a thing? Who has this cruelty?"
Was it as cruel as when he didn't come? His thoughts turned to Vegeta. Could he do something like that? No, I guess not. He had families of his own that he loved. He also had a son.
“Why isn't he coming?” 3:15 am.
Was there still any point in waiting? It was pitch black outside. It wasn't just the fog that prevented you from seeing your hand in front of your eyes. Is that why he didn't come? Could one blame him for not coming? Maybe ... he should go to him. But no ... what if Gohan wakes up during that time? Should he take the risk? No ... HE wouldn't want that either. Definitely not. After all, he knew him too. Had been his enemy, his archenemy. His son had brought both of them closer. They too had become friends. Not as good friends as they are, however. Jealousy resided in his heart.Yes ... he was jealous of that friendship. She wanted it too.
“Why isn't he coming?” 3:30 am.
It was his own fault. Why didn't he cultivate his friendships? Even if they all lived somewhere else, he could go to them at any time. He was only ever interested in his training. Now he had to pay the price. The price ... an injured son ... in a deep swoon when not in a coma. The whole time he was pacing the room. Back and forth.
“Why isn't he coming?” 3:40 am.
Goku slowly went back to his place by the window. Sat down in the chair, staring out into the night. A night with fog.
"Why isn't he coming? Why ... aren't you ... Piccolo?"
Somehow I noticed that each FF is set in a different season:
red snow: in winter
When love hurts: in spring
Piccolo and vegeta: in summer
Dark fog: in autumn
Love that shouldn't be: none at all, since it takes place in the space of spirit and time.
It just struck me that way (okay, it was never really said in which season it was playing and it's only obvious in two ... but hey, what the heck is a "nice" insight ...)
I don't think anyone will like it because I like it too much ^ - ^. Otherwise I always hate my parts and everyone else likes it. No really, I think it's really great this time (okay self-praise stinks ...)
Somehow I have to improve my writing style ... I don't find it particularly special either ... especially when it comes to descriptions, it often fails me, whether emotionally or for landscapes ... always the same.* kicks her writing style *
What the heck .... I wish you all a lot of fun, everyone ^ - ^
Clouds of mist lay in the air. A light drizzle pelted the dark earth.
The man who sat by the window watched the spectacle.
At 2:00 a.m.
"Why isn't he coming?"
His only thought for an hour. The eldest son was injured. Seriously injured. Nobody knew how. His girlfriend found him by accident. Since then he has been in a coma. Or it was just too deep a faint, as she hoped. Nobody knew that exactly.
"Why isn't he coming?"
Impatiently stared out the window, waited. Waited and waited. And didn't know what to do next.
He didn't want to abandon his son. He needed him, he knew that. But he also knew that he needed the person he was waiting for even more.
"Why isn't he coming?"
The only question ... His gaze wandered to the clock.2:30 a.m. Again he looked into the darkness that was shrouded in mist. They had told him long ago. Didn't he care?
"Why isn't he coming?"
He had known the injured man better than his own father. After a short time I built a father-son relationship with him. ´Sometimes I envied you. You were more to him than just his comrade in arms. You were his best friend ... 'The gaze wandered to the bed. He slept restlessly, breathed restlessly. It may just be a deep swoon. But still...
"Why isn't he coming?"
Had he forgotten it? Didn't he want anything from his friend?
His eyes widened. "No ..." energetically he shook his black head. No, he was definitely not responsible, he would never do that to him. But...
"Why doesn't he come ...?"
The words were only whispered.
Another look at the clock. 3:00 a.m. He tried desperately to distract himself to shorten the waiting time.However, his thoughts only hung on his injured son.
"Who can do such a thing? Who is capable of such a thing? Who has this cruelty?"
Was it as cruel as when he didn't come? His thoughts turned to Vegeta. Could he do something like that? No, I guess not. He had families of his own that he loved. He also had a son.
“Why isn't he coming?” 3:15 am.
Was there still any point in waiting? It was pitch black outside. It wasn't just the fog that prevented you from seeing your hand in front of your eyes. Is that why he didn't come? Could one blame him for not coming? Maybe ... he should go to him. But no ... what if Gohan wakes up during that time? Should he take the risk? No ... HE wouldn't want that either. Definitely not. After all, he knew him too. Had been his enemy, his archenemy. His son had brought both of them closer. They too had become friends. Not as good friends as they are, however. Jealousy resided in his heart.Yes ... he was jealous of that friendship. She wanted it too.
“Why isn't he coming?” 3:30 am.
It was his own fault. Why didn't he cultivate his friendships? Even if they all lived somewhere else, he could go to them at any time. He was only ever interested in his training. Now he had to pay the price. The price ... an injured son ... in a deep swoon when not in a coma. The whole time he was pacing the room. Back and forth.
“Why isn't he coming?” 3:40 am.
Goku slowly went back to his place by the window. Sat down in the chair, staring out into the night. A night with fog.
"Why isn't he coming? Why ... aren't you ... Piccolo?"