Hello!

So, the next part, my post - hope you are satisfied with it * fold your hands and pray *

So, have fun reading - unfortunately I couldn't write anymore.



Ps. The appearance has not been described before. Have now decided what (woe to anyone complain! ^^)







The forest was very dark, with the locals standing behind me with their torches. I walked quickly to the circle and entered it fearlessly. So now I should finally get an answer, I had thought.

Suddenly I heard a low hum. I wondered if it might have come from these mushrooms, but I didn't want to believe it. The humming grew louder and seemed to want to enter my head like a swarm of bees. The headache I got was worse than any other pain I have ever felt. My eyes went dizzy and black. I passed out from the pain.

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I must have been gone for a long time because when I woke up the sun was just rising. A terrible cold wind blew through my long hair, which amazed me very much. I usually kept it covered under a pirate scarf, which constantly reminded me of my origins. I am a pirate! Like my mother was.

I felt that headache again. But then there was also the cold and pain in my back. I was still lightly dazed and didn't know where I was.

Sea air, so wonderfully salty, surrounded me and I heard the sound of waves raging against a cliff. Have i been to the sea? My still aching head turned slightly to the side. A cliff!

The first rays of sun caressed my hypothermic body, the wind crept under my skirt and made the coarse linen flutter. I was quite surprised to find that I was suddenly wearing a skirt or something like that.With great effort I tried to sit up, but the pain in my head spread all over my body. I could only lift my head, but only for a short time. Amazing, I'm wearing a dress. That confused me even more. A long white linen dress, which made the perfect contrast to my pesch black, slightly wavy hair. Only now did I notice where I was exactly. I was lying on a stone slab, like an altar. So the hard surface gave me this uncomfortable back pain. I was getting colder and colder on this strange stone couch.

As I looked around, my eyes widened. I was lying in the middle of a stone circle - yes, that's the best way to put it. Stones of such strange shape and then arranged in a circle. I had never seen anything like it before in my life. And I had seen a lot in these 28 years. Two or three stones always seemed to be stacked on top of each other.How strange. Back then I really asked myself who had so much strength to create this work of art. The stones were huge. I think they called these stone circles, which could also be made out on the other island and which puzzled mankind, Stonehege. I heard about it once. When I was helping an old man on the mainland, he told me about such wondrous circles, but I did not want to believe him. So they existed in Ireland too, and I was in the middle of that circle. But only now did I realize that I wasn't the only one up here on this cliff. Hooded men and maybe women circled me. They wore roughly made gray, but also white cloaks and had their hoods pulled down over their faces. I didn't recognize any faces, but one of them was particularly striking. The fabric of his snow-white cloak seemed to be much finer than that of his followers. The hood covered his face, but I was very impressed by his long, almost never-ending white hair.It was very curly and unkempt, but still, it fascinated me. The man, was it a man? - In any case, this person exuded the wisdom of old age. I felt it very clearly. I was very fond of old people because there are very few of them. Most of them die young in our time.



The man stepped forward and slowly moved toward me in the center of this circle. The wind got stronger and my hair fluttered back and forth with it.

This old man stood sideways to me without even looking me in the eye. I was still stretched out on this altar, arms clasped against my body, waiting.



This unusual aura from this man caused me to lower my head again, noticing a bump on the back of my head. Was that why I passed out, had someone hit me on the back of the head? I didn't have time to think about that question.Numbness went through my limbs, I couldn't move at all. The old man under the hood started mumbling words to himself. It got louder and the words clearer. But I did not understand this language. It seemed so ancient to me. As ancient as Mother Earth itself. Hope grew in me that it might be the language of this ancient people. I was sure I was right, at least I assumed it was.

The feeling arose in me that I really had to understand these words that the old man was speaking. I listened more closely, all of a sudden this chant became louder around me. The followers, who stood in a circle, each between two stones, now also fell into this chant. I heard the men's bass and the women's bright voices. Suddenly I felt so warm. I closed my eyes. Darkness. The words seemed to dance like dots of light in front of my inner eyes, they gathered into one big point, a bright sun in the middle of my inner darkness.The light took shape.

A little Irish girl with a blank look stood before me. I saw her Irish ancestry, her hair was curly red, she was maybe just 7 summers old. The girl looked at me coldly. So many thoughts shot through my head. It was so mystical, but of course I wasn't afraid. After all, I am called a "bloody angel"

What was she up to? Did she want to give me an exam? - I thought to myself at the time. I didn't know and had to wait and see.







So! I hope the part was suitable ^^ And I wish Trixie lots of imaginative ideas that she can bring to the next part ^^

So, next, Trixie continues to write.



Until then

Your

kiya16