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Fanfic: SHADOW OF THE PAST Part 2
Chapter: SHADOW OF THE PAST Part 2
I'm sorry it took so long. I didn't have time because of school, etc. So there wasn't much time to write. I will probably do more during the holidays.
Now to the story. Please don't be disappointed if it doesn't match Pan's and Adora's story. My story had been compared to their brilliant collaboration and I don't think I can meet these expectations. After all, both of them have been writing much longer than I have. I will still need a lot of practice. I will probably never reach them either. Well, I still have a little time. After all, I'm only 14 years old and Adora, I think 18 and Pan 20. I'll make an effort and at some point try to be able to come up with a story that can be equated with it. It is good to see that there is always someone who is better than you, because for me that means that my new goal has been found.
Now just briefly: Have fun reading!
I hope you enjoy it!
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SHADOW OF THE PAST Part 2
Darkness engulfed everything in its infinite blackness. The streets of the capital of Arastola were dark except for a few small dancing lights in the windows of people who had not yet drowned in their sleep. Silence ruled the young and yet so old night of the planet. Only the wind whispered and whispered incomprehensible things through the leaves of the trees and bushes that stood here and there and swayed slightly in front of them. All in all looked peaceful. It was the image of a planet resting in peace without fear of anything or anyone. The stars shimmered pale on the pavement and there they turned into flickering, colorful ribbons of color that gently brushed the street. The planet, which the Muska called "the sky of colors" and the Chesa-Rusala called "the colorful planet", did not show all of its splendor that night, not even a part of it.No, only a fraction of the miracles of Arastola were revealed during the night.
Everything seemed deserted, but no, wait, something was here, even if it wasn't immediately recognizable. A shadow stood out between the walls, even darker than the night and so recognizable. He scurried hurriedly and bent slightly between the houses and only those who had listened carefully would have noticed the soft footsteps on the hard stone. How the noises the cats make when jumping and landing, just a tap, then silently again. The figure that was the trigger for the shadow pressed itself gently but quickly along the walls and literally merged again and again with the darkness. She wore a long black coat with a hood that hung far over his eyes and thus covered his face, making it unrecognizable. The cloak had a dark cord at the hips and a knife hung from it in a leather holder. The handle was also pitch black, but richly decorated with notches that formed patterns.A tiny piece of the approximately 15cm long blade stuck out from the top and flashed like a beacon when the starlight broke inside it. But this was not bright and white on the metal, but bright blue like the depth of the ocean. Once the shimmer brushed the face of the figure and you could have recognized for a split second that the person was Serafin Fredo. Serafin, who was actually a normal 19 year old, but something completely different. He was a master thief, in the Arastola elite for years. Master thieves have always been recognized on this planet for being skilled fighters, speedy messengers, and cunning spies. They are mostly in the service of the government, often as messengers and scouts, but also as bodyguards. Serafin's parents died very early. His mother was haunted by death when he was born, and his father, who had raised him alone until he was ten, had an accident during a space flight.The spaceship had sodium loaded, but a tap had leaked. Notably, sodium triggers a violent reaction with water and a fire broke out, which caused the ship to explode. All crew members were killed. From then on, Serafin was alone and completely on his own. By chance he got into the elite of master thieves who trained him. He had stolen the purse of a boy named Duker and the thief hadn't noticed until Serafin ran away. Duker immediately recognized the potential that lay dormant in the little boy with the messy blond hair and light brown eyes and just had to wake up. So it had started and now he was the best of them, not the wisest, but the strongest, most skilful and shrewdest. But despite his success, he did not want to be seen as something better and did not claim that of himself, because he feared that he would no longer be accepted.The group was a very important part of his life, he considered them his family and never took any chances to risk it. That was why he had always tried to carry out orders immediately and perfectly. However, he lacked the courage to do something on his own.
Today he was traveling on behalf of the government. But it wasn't just any mission, no, most definitely not. It was not dangerous, because there was precious little danger lurking on Arastola, at least for a master thief, but it was of the utmost importance. Serafin was tense because he had the feeling that something was going to happen in the near future. Something big, yes, but something big, cruel. Depending on what his informant brought in, the storm could either break out immediately or keep it waiting for a while and heat the mind more and more. Like an upcoming thunderstorm. At first it is stiflingly hot and humid and at some point it suddenly begins to thunder, lightning and rain.You cannot predict when it will start, only that it will start is clear to everyone. The extent to which it will be is also a mystery, as it is today. Serafin crept on, around a bend and through a short shaft that looked like a subway station, only without rails. It was a tunnel that led underground. The young man knew exactly who was waiting for him on the other side and he didn't know either. The tall, dark figure leaning against the wall that bordered the corridor to the end was a spy, Serafin knew that, but he had never heard his name. Spies usually had no identities on Arastola or they had three or four different ones, but that was rare. Serafin knew how to deal with them. You should never give any of them information, because who knew where it would then end up? You only met them at night, didn't talk much yourself, but let them talk and then paid them.Shady characters, yes, they were. You couldn't have guessed who they were selling their messages to. None of them could be trusted. He slowed his pace, walked up to the wall and leaned against it about three feet from the person. Waiting was the only thing that filled this moment for the other to say something. It was clear who had to speak: the spy always spoke first. "How much?"> Of course, the first question is always like this. <, thought Serafin and inwardly shakes his head. The master thief knew how to get as much information as possible, as cheaply as possible. He said: "I don't know. It depends on what you say." And even if the other person didn't like it, he knew that he had to do what the young thief said, because one shouldn't let it come down to an argument. The winner in such an argument was predetermined even before anyone called for a fight. "What do you want to know?" The spy tried with his usual tactics to reveal as little as possible.If you answered these questions, you hardly knew more afterwards than before, but Serafin never got involved in such a game. He said calmly: "I want to know what you know, everything." He thought he heard a sigh and he smiled slightly. > I have it now.
Ranose had turned left and right again in her bed, trying to fall asleep in all positions. She hadn't succeeded. Her thoughts kept her awake. They buzzed around in her head in a colorful mixture of red fear, blue hope and yellow perplexity.What would be learned that night. Her thoughts were with the young master thief, who would soon bring her the message whether the barrel was starting to overflow or whether the tap could still be turned off in time. Inwardly she prayed for good news, but spies didn't have many of his kind in store. At some point she got up. She couldn't bear to lie there any longer and wait. It was repugnant to sit around idly and twiddle her thumbs. Ranose got dressed. It was no longer worth sleeping anyway, because the clock was already showing half past four in the morning. So she went into the assembly room of the large house, which was intended for conferences and meetings as well as negotiations. There she pulled a large, flat book from the shelf that rose steeply to the ceiling, placed it on the long table that could seat twenty
Now to the story. Please don't be disappointed if it doesn't match Pan's and Adora's story. My story had been compared to their brilliant collaboration and I don't think I can meet these expectations. After all, both of them have been writing much longer than I have. I will still need a lot of practice. I will probably never reach them either. Well, I still have a little time. After all, I'm only 14 years old and Adora, I think 18 and Pan 20. I'll make an effort and at some point try to be able to come up with a story that can be equated with it. It is good to see that there is always someone who is better than you, because for me that means that my new goal has been found.
Now just briefly: Have fun reading!
I hope you enjoy it!
_______________________________________
SHADOW OF THE PAST Part 2
Darkness engulfed everything in its infinite blackness. The streets of the capital of Arastola were dark except for a few small dancing lights in the windows of people who had not yet drowned in their sleep. Silence ruled the young and yet so old night of the planet. Only the wind whispered and whispered incomprehensible things through the leaves of the trees and bushes that stood here and there and swayed slightly in front of them. All in all looked peaceful. It was the image of a planet resting in peace without fear of anything or anyone. The stars shimmered pale on the pavement and there they turned into flickering, colorful ribbons of color that gently brushed the street. The planet, which the Muska called "the sky of colors" and the Chesa-Rusala called "the colorful planet", did not show all of its splendor that night, not even a part of it.No, only a fraction of the miracles of Arastola were revealed during the night.
Everything seemed deserted, but no, wait, something was here, even if it wasn't immediately recognizable. A shadow stood out between the walls, even darker than the night and so recognizable. He scurried hurriedly and bent slightly between the houses and only those who had listened carefully would have noticed the soft footsteps on the hard stone. How the noises the cats make when jumping and landing, just a tap, then silently again. The figure that was the trigger for the shadow pressed itself gently but quickly along the walls and literally merged again and again with the darkness. She wore a long black coat with a hood that hung far over his eyes and thus covered his face, making it unrecognizable. The cloak had a dark cord at the hips and a knife hung from it in a leather holder. The handle was also pitch black, but richly decorated with notches that formed patterns.A tiny piece of the approximately 15cm long blade stuck out from the top and flashed like a beacon when the starlight broke inside it. But this was not bright and white on the metal, but bright blue like the depth of the ocean. Once the shimmer brushed the face of the figure and you could have recognized for a split second that the person was Serafin Fredo. Serafin, who was actually a normal 19 year old, but something completely different. He was a master thief, in the Arastola elite for years. Master thieves have always been recognized on this planet for being skilled fighters, speedy messengers, and cunning spies. They are mostly in the service of the government, often as messengers and scouts, but also as bodyguards. Serafin's parents died very early. His mother was haunted by death when he was born, and his father, who had raised him alone until he was ten, had an accident during a space flight.The spaceship had sodium loaded, but a tap had leaked. Notably, sodium triggers a violent reaction with water and a fire broke out, which caused the ship to explode. All crew members were killed. From then on, Serafin was alone and completely on his own. By chance he got into the elite of master thieves who trained him. He had stolen the purse of a boy named Duker and the thief hadn't noticed until Serafin ran away. Duker immediately recognized the potential that lay dormant in the little boy with the messy blond hair and light brown eyes and just had to wake up. So it had started and now he was the best of them, not the wisest, but the strongest, most skilful and shrewdest. But despite his success, he did not want to be seen as something better and did not claim that of himself, because he feared that he would no longer be accepted.The group was a very important part of his life, he considered them his family and never took any chances to risk it. That was why he had always tried to carry out orders immediately and perfectly. However, he lacked the courage to do something on his own.
Today he was traveling on behalf of the government. But it wasn't just any mission, no, most definitely not. It was not dangerous, because there was precious little danger lurking on Arastola, at least for a master thief, but it was of the utmost importance. Serafin was tense because he had the feeling that something was going to happen in the near future. Something big, yes, but something big, cruel. Depending on what his informant brought in, the storm could either break out immediately or keep it waiting for a while and heat the mind more and more. Like an upcoming thunderstorm. At first it is stiflingly hot and humid and at some point it suddenly begins to thunder, lightning and rain.You cannot predict when it will start, only that it will start is clear to everyone. The extent to which it will be is also a mystery, as it is today. Serafin crept on, around a bend and through a short shaft that looked like a subway station, only without rails. It was a tunnel that led underground. The young man knew exactly who was waiting for him on the other side and he didn't know either. The tall, dark figure leaning against the wall that bordered the corridor to the end was a spy, Serafin knew that, but he had never heard his name. Spies usually had no identities on Arastola or they had three or four different ones, but that was rare. Serafin knew how to deal with them. You should never give any of them information, because who knew where it would then end up? You only met them at night, didn't talk much yourself, but let them talk and then paid them.Shady characters, yes, they were. You couldn't have guessed who they were selling their messages to. None of them could be trusted. He slowed his pace, walked up to the wall and leaned against it about three feet from the person. Waiting was the only thing that filled this moment for the other to say something. It was clear who had to speak: the spy always spoke first. "How much?"> Of course, the first question is always like this. <, thought Serafin and inwardly shakes his head. The master thief knew how to get as much information as possible, as cheaply as possible. He said: "I don't know. It depends on what you say." And even if the other person didn't like it, he knew that he had to do what the young thief said, because one shouldn't let it come down to an argument. The winner in such an argument was predetermined even before anyone called for a fight. "What do you want to know?" The spy tried with his usual tactics to reveal as little as possible.If you answered these questions, you hardly knew more afterwards than before, but Serafin never got involved in such a game. He said calmly: "I want to know what you know, everything." He thought he heard a sigh and he smiled slightly. > I have it now.
Ranose had turned left and right again in her bed, trying to fall asleep in all positions. She hadn't succeeded. Her thoughts kept her awake. They buzzed around in her head in a colorful mixture of red fear, blue hope and yellow perplexity.What would be learned that night. Her thoughts were with the young master thief, who would soon bring her the message whether the barrel was starting to overflow or whether the tap could still be turned off in time. Inwardly she prayed for good news, but spies didn't have many of his kind in store. At some point she got up. She couldn't bear to lie there any longer and wait. It was repugnant to sit around idly and twiddle her thumbs. Ranose got dressed. It was no longer worth sleeping anyway, because the clock was already showing half past four in the morning. So she went into the assembly room of the large house, which was intended for conferences and meetings as well as negotiations. There she pulled a large, flat book from the shelf that rose steeply to the ceiling, placed it on the long table that could seat twenty