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Fanfic: Das Erbe der Templer
Chapter: dreams
Hello my dears. unfortunately i forgot it in chapter 1. wanted to apologize that you haven't heard from me for so long. I'm really sorry. but you can not imagine what kind of stress I am currently under. Due to the fact that I will soon have the final exam and am currently writing one work after the other, I am just looking at things. I am also an important part of the school newspaper. I take care of the music in Crete and keep reporting on our school band. there we are again at the crux of the matter. I'm still in the school band and always have to rehearse with the others twice a week. and when i have time i actually dedicate it to my friends. but at the moment i'm lying at home with a flu and thought i'd let you hear from me again. missed you all so and please don't be too angry. I am angry with myself. but as an excuse I brought you a new story.
one more question: I accidentally uploaded the first chapter 2 times.how can I delete one of them again ??? that looks stupid.
best regards your mariks_angel heagsmadl
Chapter 2 dreams
It is dark. everything is plunged into the deepest darkness. but what is it? a light? really. a little red light shines far away here. "where did I end up here?" murmured a young woman, "it all sounds so familiar to me. Man, Mireille! Get some stimulation together. Right now, I'm just going to the light over there. It can hardly get worse." she said softly and a little confused. she walked in the dark. She headed for one single target, the little red light. she came closer and closer to her goal. but what was that? it wasn't a small red light but a large, brightly shining cross. It seemed so familiar to her: "what a familiar warmth this cross exudes. I just have to touch it." she mumbled dreamily. her fingers came closer and closer to the Maltese cross. but when she touched it it suddenly broke in two and a red and white suction formed.Mireille was drawn into it. before her eyes she always saw a sword with a shining blade and a golden hilt. now the sword was just before her eyes. she could see something. There was something in Latin on the blade and a Maltese cross on the handle. Above the Maltese cross there was a very small French sentence: la`cest de moiré- through my teaching you will see the light. Mireille could translate that much. suddenly it got dark again. she fell hard on the floor. when she opened her eyes again she wondered where she actually was. She was sitting on the floor in a cavernous room. she knew that this room was underground. This little chapel was bathed in the light of a couple of burning torches and she could roughly see how old it looked. Strange signs and decorations have been carved into the walls and ceiling. she stood up to examine the catacomb better. Only now did she notice.To the right and left of her stood a total of 9 large, heavy stone coffins that were decorated with many engraved characters and decorations. These coffins scared her. She went further into the room, through a stone archway into a small chamber. Here, too, a few torches were burning which made the room difficult to light. Mireille became more and more curious and walked slowly on until she stopped in front of a pedestal.
There was a small shrine up there. Mireille went up to the shrine. right in front of her at eye level was again this large but this time a stone Maltese cross. her gaze fell. There, on a silk cloth, lay the sword with the shining blade and the golden hilt. she wanted to touch it and lift it up but her hand slipped through the handle and reached into space. "B ... Am I dead?" suddenly she heard steps and voices. Finally someone who would help her. she ran back into the coffin room and saw nine men dressed in knight armor march in.The men wore white cloaks where, once again, the large red Maltese cross was depicted, and dragged in a large wooden chest. They put the box down and spoke a little in French. Mireille hopped around her and shouted hello in all the languages she knew, but the men ignored her or saw or heard her. But suddenly they fell silent. The box rattled open briefly and a green and white light came out of the cracks in the box. The men were like in a trance but suddenly they began to argue violently. it went so far that they drew their swords and started fighting each other. The first knight sank to the ground bleeding. The sword was thrust deep into the chest of the next. He rolled his eyes until only the white could be seen. He was bleeding profusely from his mouth, nose and chest. He, too, slumped to the ground covered in blood. Mireille covered her eyes in shock and screamed.
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Bathed in sweat, she sat in a four-poster bed with green curtains.her eyes were cloudy and she looked at nothing through the cracks of her fingers. She was breathing very quickly and heavily, as if she had just run through the entire school. Suddenly the curtain was torn aside and a totally dead Draco looked in. when he saw Mireille he sat down next to her and put his hand on her shoulder. She winced terribly, but she was awakened from her trance. "Where ... where am I?" she whimpered. She was close to tears. "shhht .... calm down. You just had a terrible dream." "No !!!! ..... That wasn't just a dream. Something will happen. I know that. I ... I ... I can feel it. "But it happened already. Poor Mireille burst into tears. Draco took heart and took her gently in his arms. It was strange for him to be so close to her all of a sudden because he had only known her for a few hours but he had already taken her to his heart. Draco knew she was special."Draco? .... Please don't think I'm intrusive .... a ... but could you maybe sleep with me today. I .. I'm scared to close my eyes and dream something like that again and I'm scared to keep your eyes open because something could happen at any moment. Maybe I'll sleep a little better if someone I like is by my side. Please. "" Okay People here talk stupid things about us. ”She nodded and they both lay down and snuggled under the covers. "I've been having these dreams lately. It got worse from time to time. What are people supposed to be talking about us? Maybe we'd be together? How bad." She mumbled and fell asleep. ~ So you wouldn't even mind if the others told us we were together? ~ but already he sank into the realm of dreams and fantasies.
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Dreams and fantasies take many forms.In sleep they reveal to us our greatest desires and greatest fears. When we are awake, daydreams lead us into the most remote and amazing corners of our psyche. Sometimes a dream is the first step in making a wish come true. And our longing for love and happiness guides us through everyday life. Our dreams and fantasies can be both unsettling and exciting at the same time.
The best dreams are those that put a smile on our face for the rest of the day. Let yourself be enchanted by your imagination.
In sleep we let our dreams and fantasies run wild: we close our eyes and the uniformity and predictability of our everyday life are transformed into a fantastic world full of wonder and magic. But what makes sense now? How should we interpret the dream? Our nocturnal dreams are disturbing and yet fascinating when they take us into previously unexplored areas of our psyche. Fools and clowns seem grotesquely amusing, while dark beings emerge from a circle of fire: Their passionate, frenzied dance - magical and threateningly intense - touches our deepest longings.At night we often encounter our greatest doubts and fears: our dreams reveal them to us encoded in characters that are difficult to interpret. Some days are bewitched - we feel unlucky every step of the way. But if we confront a fear, it quickly loses its threat. On some days we only see our inaccessibility when we look in the mirror; Flawlessness remains a dream. Not all lofty dreams and silent hopes in our lives come true: to make peace with things, a little familiar melody is sometimes enough.
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one more question: I accidentally uploaded the first chapter 2 times.how can I delete one of them again ??? that looks stupid.
best regards your mariks_angel heagsmadl
Chapter 2 dreams
It is dark. everything is plunged into the deepest darkness. but what is it? a light? really. a little red light shines far away here. "where did I end up here?" murmured a young woman, "it all sounds so familiar to me. Man, Mireille! Get some stimulation together. Right now, I'm just going to the light over there. It can hardly get worse." she said softly and a little confused. she walked in the dark. She headed for one single target, the little red light. she came closer and closer to her goal. but what was that? it wasn't a small red light but a large, brightly shining cross. It seemed so familiar to her: "what a familiar warmth this cross exudes. I just have to touch it." she mumbled dreamily. her fingers came closer and closer to the Maltese cross. but when she touched it it suddenly broke in two and a red and white suction formed.Mireille was drawn into it. before her eyes she always saw a sword with a shining blade and a golden hilt. now the sword was just before her eyes. she could see something. There was something in Latin on the blade and a Maltese cross on the handle. Above the Maltese cross there was a very small French sentence: la`cest de moiré- through my teaching you will see the light. Mireille could translate that much. suddenly it got dark again. she fell hard on the floor. when she opened her eyes again she wondered where she actually was. She was sitting on the floor in a cavernous room. she knew that this room was underground. This little chapel was bathed in the light of a couple of burning torches and she could roughly see how old it looked. Strange signs and decorations have been carved into the walls and ceiling. she stood up to examine the catacomb better. Only now did she notice.To the right and left of her stood a total of 9 large, heavy stone coffins that were decorated with many engraved characters and decorations. These coffins scared her. She went further into the room, through a stone archway into a small chamber. Here, too, a few torches were burning which made the room difficult to light. Mireille became more and more curious and walked slowly on until she stopped in front of a pedestal.
There was a small shrine up there. Mireille went up to the shrine. right in front of her at eye level was again this large but this time a stone Maltese cross. her gaze fell. There, on a silk cloth, lay the sword with the shining blade and the golden hilt. she wanted to touch it and lift it up but her hand slipped through the handle and reached into space. "B ... Am I dead?" suddenly she heard steps and voices. Finally someone who would help her. she ran back into the coffin room and saw nine men dressed in knight armor march in.The men wore white cloaks where, once again, the large red Maltese cross was depicted, and dragged in a large wooden chest. They put the box down and spoke a little in French. Mireille hopped around her and shouted hello in all the languages she knew, but the men ignored her or saw or heard her. But suddenly they fell silent. The box rattled open briefly and a green and white light came out of the cracks in the box. The men were like in a trance but suddenly they began to argue violently. it went so far that they drew their swords and started fighting each other. The first knight sank to the ground bleeding. The sword was thrust deep into the chest of the next. He rolled his eyes until only the white could be seen. He was bleeding profusely from his mouth, nose and chest. He, too, slumped to the ground covered in blood. Mireille covered her eyes in shock and screamed.
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Bathed in sweat, she sat in a four-poster bed with green curtains.her eyes were cloudy and she looked at nothing through the cracks of her fingers. She was breathing very quickly and heavily, as if she had just run through the entire school. Suddenly the curtain was torn aside and a totally dead Draco looked in. when he saw Mireille he sat down next to her and put his hand on her shoulder. She winced terribly, but she was awakened from her trance. "Where ... where am I?" she whimpered. She was close to tears. "shhht .... calm down. You just had a terrible dream." "No !!!! ..... That wasn't just a dream. Something will happen. I know that. I ... I ... I can feel it. "But it happened already. Poor Mireille burst into tears. Draco took heart and took her gently in his arms. It was strange for him to be so close to her all of a sudden because he had only known her for a few hours but he had already taken her to his heart. Draco knew she was special."Draco? .... Please don't think I'm intrusive .... a ... but could you maybe sleep with me today. I .. I'm scared to close my eyes and dream something like that again and I'm scared to keep your eyes open because something could happen at any moment. Maybe I'll sleep a little better if someone I like is by my side. Please. "" Okay People here talk stupid things about us. ”She nodded and they both lay down and snuggled under the covers. "I've been having these dreams lately. It got worse from time to time. What are people supposed to be talking about us? Maybe we'd be together? How bad." She mumbled and fell asleep. ~ So you wouldn't even mind if the others told us we were together? ~ but already he sank into the realm of dreams and fantasies.
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Dreams and fantasies take many forms.In sleep they reveal to us our greatest desires and greatest fears. When we are awake, daydreams lead us into the most remote and amazing corners of our psyche. Sometimes a dream is the first step in making a wish come true. And our longing for love and happiness guides us through everyday life. Our dreams and fantasies can be both unsettling and exciting at the same time.
The best dreams are those that put a smile on our face for the rest of the day. Let yourself be enchanted by your imagination.
In sleep we let our dreams and fantasies run wild: we close our eyes and the uniformity and predictability of our everyday life are transformed into a fantastic world full of wonder and magic. But what makes sense now? How should we interpret the dream? Our nocturnal dreams are disturbing and yet fascinating when they take us into previously unexplored areas of our psyche. Fools and clowns seem grotesquely amusing, while dark beings emerge from a circle of fire: Their passionate, frenzied dance - magical and threateningly intense - touches our deepest longings.At night we often encounter our greatest doubts and fears: our dreams reveal them to us encoded in characters that are difficult to interpret. Some days are bewitched - we feel unlucky every step of the way. But if we confront a fear, it quickly loses its threat. On some days we only see our inaccessibility when we look in the mirror; Flawlessness remains a dream. Not all lofty dreams and silent hopes in our lives come true: to make peace with things, a little familiar melody is sometimes enough.
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