Hiho friends ^^!

This is the 1st chapter of my story which I suspect will have more than 30 chapters. It is a fantasy story with a leap in time, i.e. the main characters can switch between the present (2005) and the past (1605) (there has never been a worse German!)
I don't want to reveal more at this point, because then you wouldn't have any more reason to read! Have fun with: Matt, Hoshino, Toki, Ryo, Cody, Jonny, Yukio and Miguel!

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The magical spring

There were some things Matt hated like the plague, but sometimes he just didn't feel like getting upset about them - or he was too lazy to do it and laziness was his greatest strength. For example, he hated shopping, school, getting up early and in general anything that was boring, exhausting or time-consuming.
Of course there were also things he liked to do, he liked to lie in the sun and look up at the birds. He loved to watch the drifting clouds in the sky, the wonderful blue of the firmament.There was nothing nicer, Matt thought. When you could forget the time in the tall grass, relax and just have time to think. But nobody in his class understood that. Dear dreamers and non-dreamers among you, people always want to understand or grasp everything immediately, if they do not understand something then they immediately tick it off as bad, just because they have no sense for such things.
Matt had thought about it for a long time once. "Mhh," he thought. “I like to lie in the sun and watch the clouds, they are so big and simple. Actually, it is pointless to lie here and lose yourself in the endless light blue, but does everything always have to make sense? I wish for wings. That doesn't make any sense either. But doesn't everyone dream of flying? Even though it's pointless? But why don't people understand me then? "
At night he looked at the stars.
The heavenly bodies in the firmament shone like glowing white-yellow dots and enveloped it with a strange light."It's really a shame that nobody listens to me," he thought with a mild smile one evening as he stared into the night again. "Otherwise I would tell the others that the moon is really blood red. Blood red and beautiful. When I look at it I feel wonderful!"
Yes, Matt wanted to live easy and he managed that too.
So Matt Dreamdancer was very happy with his life.
His parents had been missing for three years and so he lived in his parents' house on the outskirts of the city with his grandfather and his cat Mono. They didn't have a garden, but they did have a lake. Most of all Matt loved to stare at sunset into the murky water that shone and pondered the red glow of the sun's rays. For hours. That was also one of the reasons his classmates thought he was crazy. But that had never bothered Matt. He was the way he was and that would never change.
He also attended a kendo school every Monday.At the age of eleven he had already acquired the second Dan *.
His hair was as blond as straw and his eyes auburn, he preferred to wear light, single-colored shirts and light-colored trousers.

The adventure began on a warm June morning. Matt raced down the stairs in a monkey tooth. He was wearing pajamas and had one of his notorious jam, cheese, liver sausage and smartie toasts stuffed into his mouth and was feverishly looking for his school bag. When he finally found the crumpled thing, he only noticed that he was still in his pajamas, dropped his jam-cheese-liverwurst-smartie toast and schoolbag and stormed up into the bathroom and slammed the door.
The reason for this hectic procedure was the same why Matt was stressed every morning: he had overslept.
Usually he was a very sensible student and only slept once, or twice, by the way, all year round, actually.
Two minutes later he was sitting on his new gem from Pakka and driving down the street as if the devil in person were after him.At the intersection he realized that he had left his school bag at home. So he turns around, uttering a very nasty curse.
Shortly in front of his house, suddenly a bloodcurdling cry rang out: "Water! Water!"
During construction work on another house, a water fountain shot out of the ground.
"Did we hit any pipe?" Asked another construction worker who joined them. "No! There seems to be some kind of underground spring!" "Shall we pour it again?" "Are you crazy? And all the work was for the cat? No thanks! We'd better discuss that with the boss first ! " "If you think."

Matt hated school. First, because you had to get up early, second, because the teachers simply couldn't understand daydreamers, third, because the students discriminated against him just because he was different, fourth, because it was an incredible feat not to fall asleep in class, fifth to eighth because you couldn't afford to do any part-time activities in class, and ninthly, because you also had to do homework.Matt's teacher, Miss Klickers, didn't think much of dreams or otherwise had little understanding for children. People who cannot understand children and who no longer have their own dreams should not become teachers. You should be able to trust a teacher, but that only works if the teachers also trust the children.
With Miss Klickers there always had to be discipline and order. Also, she always called Matt "Daydreamer" or "Dreamboy". Matt hated being called that, somehow Miss Klickers made him look like an idiot in front of the class. Of course she didn't like to see Matt falling asleep in the middle of class either (once he had dreamed he was being tickled and then had laughed himself half-dead during the lesson).
There was no better thing to do for Matt than watching the sky outside, the clouds, the swallows, and the rustling of the trees in the geography lesson.
Completely lost in thought, he looked out at the less busy street and the people and ...“Where is Tokyo, Matt?” Miss Klickers asked him all of a sudden. “By the Pyrenees!” It gushed out of him. “Not quite, Matt Daydreamer, not quite!” Remarked his teacher pointedly and noted another cross on the class list after Matt's name.
"In my column it looks like the cemetery," he grumbled with a dark face. "With all the crosses you can't even see my name anymore!"
"This is your eighth cross this month, so you head the entire school, if you get another cross you have to write an essay on the Bundestag in New Guinea! Really, Matt Dreamdancer, should there ever be a lazy Olympics you will mercilessly win the gold medal! "" An essay about New Guinea? I don't even know how to write it!

Without another word, the teacher went back to the blackboard and began teaching again in the sweetest, sleepy tones as always.Matt tightened his lips angrily and leaned back. “She's a sadist!” He growled softly. In his opinion, her voice was well suited to discussing yoga and relaxation tapes.

At about 6:00 pm, Matt drove home from afternoon class. He stopped at the construction site. The spring had stopped bubbling, but the construction workers hadn't filled it up either, so Matt could see the water. The otherwise blue water shone red-gold in the setting sun.
There was something magical about it, something utterly extraordinary ...

“Hey Daydreamer!” Matt heard a voice behind him. “Huh?” He did.
It was Daniel, one of Matt's disagreeable classmates (he thought he was mad).
“Are you staring into the spring?” “No, I'm training my eyes so I can see you better!” Angry, Daniel spat on the floor.
“You think you're a particularly big joker !?” “Speak a little louder so I can hear you better!"Shouted Matt, who enjoyed the game." Stop it! "Daniel growled irritably.
"Come a little closer so that I can pa ..." But by then Daniel had already grabbed him and threw him into the spring.
"So," he said. "You can come back up, Matt. Matt !?"
But Matt didn't show up.