Love, light and shadow (something different)






Hi leutz ^^! I pretty much disappointed all the readers of my last FF (I'm really sorry, guys, but I don't get to the PC that often!). This time the whole story has already been typed out, so I just have to publish it. But the following still applies: Continuation only against commissioners !!!!!




This story is not a DBZ-FF as you might expect, but it is 20 years after "Record of Lodoss War / Die Chroniken von Flaim"!


For everyone who has read the mangas, I don't have to explain a lot, but for all those who are ignorant I will explain all the connections:


Neese, the daughter of a great magician (* Slainfan *) and Spark, a hero, are now married and have a 16-year-old daughter named Luriana. Neese's parents are Leilia (does not appear) and Slain. Garak, a mercenary, and Laina, a thief, are also married and have a 20-year-old son named Koron.Deedlit, a high elf, and Parn, a free knight, live together but are not married and have no children. Jiba, the 20-year-old dark elf, lives with his foster father, the magician Aldo Noba. Jiba is also a magician. Gribasu is a dwarf priest and leaf is a half-elf who has a child whose father only she knows. Ashram is the king of marmo and has a daughter named Loki with Pirotess, a dark elf.


So much for the prehistory. Here we go:






She ran and ran. The rain pattered down on her and pearled off her hooded coat. She stopped on a mountain and looked down at the city. The last drops ran down her veiled face. Over the cheekily shaped nose, the porcelain-like skin and over the velvety lips. Also past the almond brown eyes and over the strands of copper hair that hung over her face. The city seemed ghostly to her through the rising mist. She took all the courage and ran on.Her thoughts were with her godparents, Deedo and Parn. She also thought of Koron. She would marry him as soon as she was 18. Actually she just wanted to be friends with him, but when he knelt in front of her and looked at her pleadingly, she couldn't say "No". Suddenly she was torn from her thoughts when a veiled, young man on a pitch-black horse came rushing towards her, came to a halt in front of her and thereby made his horse shy. Startled, she stumbled back in front of the horse's fiery eyes and fell to the ground. He jumped from the completely disturbed horse before it could throw him, landed like a cat on the floor and helped her up, while both tried to stammer an apology: "I'm ... sorry ... really ... I shouldn't ... not at that pace ... "" I ... I didn't know ... was in my thoughts ... so-sorry ... "" Already ... it's okay ... not your fault .. .my ... ride slower ... "" No ... my ... have to be more careful ... "" Where are you actually going?Do you want a piece? "" Gladly, thank you! I have to get down there in town! "He looked at her in disbelief." You want to get down there? Nobody lives there anymore, you are the army of marmo (info for the ignorant: Marmo is a small island in the south of lodoss, which is also called "the dark island) invaded here.", He explained to her and pulled the hood back, whereupon she landed on the floor for the second time in shock. "You ... you are ... a ... a ..."






Oh, I'm mean, aren't I, stopping in the middle of a sentence (evil Angel).


So, give proper clerks if you want it to go on. it can also be criticism. Until then your littleangel 


PS: Next part in three weeks (Sorry, folks, I'm on vacation )