Blackness covered the sky. Black plumes drew around them, thickening and forming an impenetrable mist. So dense and interwoven that nothing could be seen, even the dark night sky was slowly but surely swallowed up. All noises were silent, nothing penetrated through the smoke. No light, no sound, just a caustic smell made its way to her. Mixed with the mist and stung her nose.
The little girl was trembling. Should this be death? Was she dead?
Carefully found a way through the impenetrable veil, listened, tried to make out something, but nothing, absolutely nothing except that pungent smell. Her senses were suspended, as if only her nose was working. Fear spread through her. The tremor increased. Did that really mean she was dead?
She shook her head hastily, tried to dispel the thought and hurried on. There had to be someone here or something.
And then gradually the smoke in front of her cleared. She almost tripped over something so quickly she wanted to go to this place, which seemed like a way out of the labyrinth of fog. She stepped out into this strange clearing and froze.
Frozen and could do nothing but fix his gaze on what was happening in front of her. She was unable to do more. The sight that met her was horrible. Blood dripped from pillars to the floor. People lay in their own juice of life. Severed body parts were spread out over the place and now the little one recognized the smell that she had noticed the whole time. It was the smell of death.
In the middle stood a woman, a very beautiful woman in her eyes, if only she would not find herself in this terrifying scene. As many men and women lay motionless on the ground, there were still some standing around them. They had drawn a tight circle around her and no one let her out of sight, she did the same. Blood dripped from her sword. Her look was hostile, a deep cut cut across her upper body. It seemed to bother her because she was breathing heavily, but she held her head high, proud and without any fear. The woman hadn’t given up yet and wasn’t going to give up anytime soon.
The little girl padded slowly out of her stupor, waking closer. Her eyes were only on the woman. The girl thought she saw an angel, an angel with golden hair and eyes that allowed a glimpse of the kingdom of heaven. She swallowed. How could such a person stand so calmly in this chaos? How could an angel be so ... cruel? Did the little one swallow again? Only a fallen angel would be capable of such a hideous thing.
The woman let her gaze wander over the opponents, laying down a plan for the fight. But instead of going over to the attack, her eyes stayed on the little girl and now she was the one who froze and couldn't move anymore.She stared at the girl, looked into the wide, deep blue eyes that reminded her of rain, noticed the shimmer of the night-black hair.
And so it was hidden from her what would come next. The circle around them broke into a loud roar at the same time. Indistinct shouting finally got through to her, but too late. A gigantic explosion had started and she opened her eyes wide with knowledge. It was as if she had seen an angel of death.


Far away, Amaya woke up from sleep. She was breathing heavily and her hands clenched in the covers. Her dark blue eyes, which usually shimmered with joy and had so often been compared to the rain, were wide open in panic. She looked around hastily. The silver speckles in her eyes sparkled with panic in the dark color. It was only slowly that she began to realize that she was at home, safe. She got up awkwardly and the small, petite girl hurried to her grandmother. Let her comfort you, calmed down again and then fell asleep again in the arms of her grandmother.
Unsuspecting that chaos was breaking out far away from her, unsuspecting that this dream meant more than she could grasp and that it would affect her whole life much more profoundly. Not knowing that everything would be different very soon.

High above her the full moon shone in all its glory and was only eclipsed by the presence of darkness. The night had spread its wings to receive the child one more time.