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Fanfic: AnGeL . . . dEmOn ?
Subtitle: Es ist MEINE Fanfic, damit das klar ist. ICH entscheide, wann ich weiterschreibe, und vllt. höre ich auch einfach mittendrin auf. Eigentlich hatte ich gar nicht vor, die Fanfic on zu stellen. Nur dami
Chapter: 1. A new life
There I stood, wrapped in the much too wide coat that Jake had lent me for the long, arduous journey, eyeing my destination, this unknown building, which will be my new one for the next week, months, yes, maybe even years Should represent home. I suspiciously watched the still unknown beings who literally dance around in front of my eyes. Elves, unicorns, yes, even the otherwise unpopular tree spirits seemed to have their place here. With their greenish shimmering bodies, which did not seem to have a neck and this one eye protruding from the cave, which marked the "head", they meandered through the crowds of students and spread - the only good thing about the tree spirits, I found - that wonderfully natural smell of dewy grass. After a while the sight of these creatures became too boring for me, and besides, they weren't exactly beautiful to look at either. Instead, I took a look at the large building that occupied a large area of the site.Looking at the look of the building, it was probably around 100 years old, but you could never really be sure. It looked more like a castle than it could be a school. Climbing plants snaked their way up the walls, and the entire building seemed to be overgrown with plants. Some of the plants, the species I did not know, were even still in bloom, which made the castle look beautiful in combination with the setting sun. They pulled themselves up on the facade, occasionally something could be seen flashing - wood elves, who probably came from the nearby forest that adjoined the area.
Completely absorbed in this beautiful sight, I did not even notice someone addressing me. It wasn't until someone touched me to get my attention that I startled. Out of reflex, I immediately grabbed my sword and held it to the supposed attacker by the throat. Only when I looked into the face of this creature did I realize again where I was.In front of me was a very tall, blonde girl with white wings that were covered with feathers all over the place. In addition, she had bright blue eyes, which did not really impress me, as it was nothing unusual, but I had hardly had anything to do with angels lately. And the few times I had met them were right ... negative coincidences: Due to the war that raged between angels and demons, I was used to avoiding angels. At this school, however, angels and demons still lived in peace with one another. The girl grinned broadly at me. "Um ... tag," she said, still grinning and carefully placed two fingers on the blade of my sword. Only now did I notice that I was still standing still and holding the sword to her throat. I took it down slowly and let it slide back into its scabbard - how I hated the sound when the sharp blade slipped past the edge of the scabbard. I had just heard it too often, each time with the certainty that this very blade had killed countless people and angels.Her grin turned into a - in my opinion relieved - smile. "Thank you," she mumbled, but continued a little louder: "My name is Lycriel. And you? You're new, aren't you?" She had a pleasant voice, albeit too loud, and her smile looked very nice - however she didn't really impress me. I just wasn't used to looking into an angel's face anymore. Especially not in the face of a smiling angel. It wasn't until she cleared her throat that I registered her question halfway. "Um ... uh ... Miquel," I mumbled. From days of silence and wandering, my voice was hoarse and my feet ached.
I didn't look at her, but I could feel her staring at me. It was understandable, but did she have to be so obvious? I could well understand that she couldn't avert her gaze, often I couldn't even avoid examining myself carefully when I got the rare chance to face my reflection: my pitch-black hair, which my almost white skin Appeared even paler, grew on my head and were almost shoulder length.My pale skin was covered with scars, all from my father's terrible outbursts of anger and the numerous battles against people.
At first glance I must have looked like a demon: black hair, black eyes, black wings. However, at the latest you noticed that I was not a demon if you took a closer look at my wings: Demons had leather wings, but mine were like those of angels: covered with feathers from top to bottom.
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Out. End. Finished. First chapter. I don't like the ending, it all happens so suddenly. Will also revise it, but at the moment I'm trying to come up with a story for the second chapter. * sfz * It may take a while until the next one comes.
The taya pig.
Completely absorbed in this beautiful sight, I did not even notice someone addressing me. It wasn't until someone touched me to get my attention that I startled. Out of reflex, I immediately grabbed my sword and held it to the supposed attacker by the throat. Only when I looked into the face of this creature did I realize again where I was.In front of me was a very tall, blonde girl with white wings that were covered with feathers all over the place. In addition, she had bright blue eyes, which did not really impress me, as it was nothing unusual, but I had hardly had anything to do with angels lately. And the few times I had met them were right ... negative coincidences: Due to the war that raged between angels and demons, I was used to avoiding angels. At this school, however, angels and demons still lived in peace with one another. The girl grinned broadly at me. "Um ... tag," she said, still grinning and carefully placed two fingers on the blade of my sword. Only now did I notice that I was still standing still and holding the sword to her throat. I took it down slowly and let it slide back into its scabbard - how I hated the sound when the sharp blade slipped past the edge of the scabbard. I had just heard it too often, each time with the certainty that this very blade had killed countless people and angels.Her grin turned into a - in my opinion relieved - smile. "Thank you," she mumbled, but continued a little louder: "My name is Lycriel. And you? You're new, aren't you?" She had a pleasant voice, albeit too loud, and her smile looked very nice - however she didn't really impress me. I just wasn't used to looking into an angel's face anymore. Especially not in the face of a smiling angel. It wasn't until she cleared her throat that I registered her question halfway. "Um ... uh ... Miquel," I mumbled. From days of silence and wandering, my voice was hoarse and my feet ached.
I didn't look at her, but I could feel her staring at me. It was understandable, but did she have to be so obvious? I could well understand that she couldn't avert her gaze, often I couldn't even avoid examining myself carefully when I got the rare chance to face my reflection: my pitch-black hair, which my almost white skin Appeared even paler, grew on my head and were almost shoulder length.My pale skin was covered with scars, all from my father's terrible outbursts of anger and the numerous battles against people.
At first glance I must have looked like a demon: black hair, black eyes, black wings. However, at the latest you noticed that I was not a demon if you took a closer look at my wings: Demons had leather wings, but mine were like those of angels: covered with feathers from top to bottom.
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Out. End. Finished. First chapter. I don't like the ending, it all happens so suddenly. Will also revise it, but at the moment I'm trying to come up with a story for the second chapter. * sfz * It may take a while until the next one comes.
The taya pig.