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Cheers new Year!

So the story of the story ... it was late, I was tired. I was with my grandmother in Weitra and looked out the window and saw the main square ...
At one o'clock in the morning I went to bed and while I was dozing I got the idea for this story ...
She didn't let me rest, so I had to crawl out of bed at half past one and had to write this story> _ <°
So the setting is real ... the story is not ...

Only Little Red Riding Hood XD Hm ... maybe the girl is really me ... ???

Have fun reading and please leave a few Kommiehs ^^ biiiittäääää !!!

I did you a favor anyway to keep it short (1317 words ^^)

Bussiehs Vicky

"Alone in the Dark?" - or "A quarter past three"

A shadow flitted around the corner of the house. A long, thin shadow, drawn on the street of the small town, wandered aimlessly. Sometimes the stones of the cold cat pavement changed shape, but it still belonged to the same person.To her.
Just as quietly as her dark companion, she strolled through the streets of the apparently deserted city in the country. It was no wonder that she didn't meet anyone, after all, it was winter and very late: everyone was sleeping in their warm, cozy beds. Only she wandered.
Every now and then she paused in front of a lighted window and looked inside. But then she went on without knowing where, she just wanted to go. Because she couldn't sleep and was awake.
Alone, lonely she now stood in the main square, the clock of the old town hall shone like the large fir tree that stood in front of it. Christmas was already over, but the chain of lights on the large, dark tree seemed to continue to shine forever.
Suddenly she heard a noise and was startled. But then she recognized the source of the noise. The church. The bell just struck three in the morning.
The girl turned in the direction of her grandmother's house, where she lived for the few days, and marched there.Her shadow followed her quietly.
She felt weird when the pebbles crunched under her shoes and the wind blew through her long skirt. She didn't know why the path was strewn at all, if it wasn't snowing and there was no sign of black ice to be expected. Winter is no longer what it used to be ... She pulled her red cap with the small peak lower over her face, over her ears and buried her hands in her coat pockets.
The city was empty, silent ... dead?
Although the sky was pitch black and the moon was hidden behind thick layers of cloud, it was relatively light in the town. Orange-yellow. It made a nice atmosphere, but she wondered what sleeping people needed a brightly lit city for. There was even a light in the window of her house. Lights that looked like candles made it look inhabited. But she did not enter the house, left the key in her pocket untouched. She had discovered a new target.She continued up the alley, stopped and looked at it: the castle. She raised her gaze and stared, mesmerized, at the tall building on the hill in front of her. The castle was also illuminated and shone in orange-yellow splendor.
You had a nice view of it from her grandmother's bedroom. But now she wanted to go up herself.
At the end of the alley she stepped through the large stone gate that interrupted the old wall and turned right. She began her ascent on the cobbled path along the wall, up to the Schlossberg. With every step she took, she had a better view of the sleeping houses down. Every step she took crunched fearfully under her feet and every icy gust of wind that hit her in the face made her press her dry lips even tighter. But she didn’t let her destination out of sight, she wanted to go to the castle, but she didn’t know why yet.
There she stood now, she was cold, but she had reached the castle gate.She walked through it reverently and found herself in the rectangular courtyard.
She had been here so often, she had met so many people here, but now she was alone. Alone with its shadow, which grew weaker and weaker as very little light fell into the courtyard. Alone with the arcades of the castle and alone with your wishes and dreams.
She walked over the gravel floor to the small wooden bench in the middle of the courtyard and sat down. She really cursed the noise made by the innumerable small stones. Peace had returned, and there she was now. Ten minutes past three in the morning and waited. She thought about so much. And finally she remembered why she was here, why she couldn't and didn't want to sleep and what she was waiting for.
She could only find the solution, the fulfillment of her longings here. It fell like scales from her eyes why she was here, in the courtyard of a castle. That she was sitting here, alone in the dark, reflected her current situation.She felt alone, surrounded by darkness. There were lights somewhere, but they didn't seem to touch them. Here in the courtyard of the palace she was supposed to find what she was supposed to redeem, to free.
She was already in the castle, how far, where else should she go to find him ?! But then she realized that waiting for him was hopeless
- on the dream prince
"You won't find him here, especially not now! He doesn't exist, your dream man, the prince who will get you out of the darkness!", Said an agonizing voice inside her. These words kept repeating themselves and driving her crazy.
But the girl remained petrified and stared into space, into the air, at the walls of the castle that surrounded her. She could now label the situation as terribly cheesy and childish, but she didn't. It was something extraordinary. Much more than kitsch, she felt a certain sense of creepiness.
She imagined the life that must have ruled here hundreds of years ago.The ladies-in-waiting, damsels, knights and squires.
And suddenly a flash of lightning struck her.
Rather a sound ...
Steps!
With eyes wide open she stared through the darkness at the castle gate opposite her.
Her heart raced, her breath caught, she saw a shadow. A cruel, dark shadow that crept through the gate before its owner did.
What now?
Who was that?
A burglar, robber, homeless? Was it a policeman or a guard?
The crunch of the pebbles made a cold chill run down her spine in the seconds of waiting.
What to do?
Escape was impossible, it was too late, he would notice her. It was surrounded by gravel, you could hear it. She couldn't hide, the next column in the arcade was a good twenty meters from her bench!
She was afraid that no one would hear her scream in an emergency, the castle was uninhabited and was only used for events such as exhibitions or plays.Her heart seemed to jump out of her chest, she held her hand over her mouth.
The steps got louder, the shadow bigger and she felt smaller and smaller.
Then he came through the huge gate, the stranger. And she stared at him, unable to move. She felt like a statue made of the hardest granite.
He saw her, stopped and stopped. It already seemed crazy enough to visit the castle at this ungodly time, but to meet someone here was probably even crazier!
He was nervous. Who was she Why was she here too? Why alone? Was she sick, desperate, lost?
Frozen - she definitely was.
He went up to her, very slowly he came closer to her and saw her young, pretty face.
He stopped in front of her and looked into her eyes, which shone like lights under the umbrella of the red cap.
"What ... are you doing here?" He asked carefully.
She just stared at him in amazement, the boy who was standing in front of her and who must be about her age.His voice made her speechless, his eyes blinded. They were so bright blue and yet so beautifully soft. A few strands of black hung on his face and covered his forehead, he was handsome.
Overwhelmed by the situation, she just shrugged.
"... and you?" she whispered back.
Her own voice frightened her, it was unusually rough and breathy. But she hoped he didn't notice, since she had only said two words.
A smile now appeared on his lips.

"I'm looking for someone ...

my princess"

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