Chapter: Why

Hi guys this is my first ff so don't be too strict with me. I hope you like it.
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Sacrificed - To save the world or Why
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Chapter 1
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I opened my eyes where was I? I felt like I was hurt, had a few small wounds and a lot of bruises all over my body. My robe was a bit tattered, I was wearing blue jeans, a blue top and sneakers, I was slim with long black hair. Where was I actually? I straightened up. Everywhere I looked there were destroyed buildings and everything possible was lying around. What happened here? But then I remembered only very weakly.
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I stood behind a wall and watched two young men fighting each other, one with a sword, the other with black hair, a red scarf, blue jeans and a black T-shirt.From their hands came lights that they shot at each other, they flew and fought in the air and on the ground. The one with the sword was inferior to the others you could see how the other was playing with him. Suddenly a beam of energy came flying towards me, I ducked and the wall in front of me was broken into a thousand pieces. At first they didn't notice me but then the boy with the black hair looked and it seemed as if he didn't believe what he was seeing. He came over to me slowly. His face was still baffled as the other said: “Read the girl in peace, it did nothing to you. "But he didn't listen to him. He had reached me and started to laugh as he said:
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,, I just don’t think so, it’s really what’s become of you. Haha people say you've lost your memory so it's true, I couldn't believe it, no not you Kischa (her name) but what do I have to see, it's true, as you look pathetic, the old Kischa wouldn't walk around. Haha."Suddenly his face changed, his eyes got smaller and his facial features harder he said:" Now you will pay for everything you did to me and nobody will help you. I knew that day would come, now it is finally time. " I was afraid wanted to run away but the boy with the black hair was faster he grabbed me and threw me a few meters up a tree I could feel the cattle on my back it hurt like hell I screamed. Then he said coldly: "Die" He collected energy in his hand he shot it hit me, the pain was unbearable he shot a second time I held my hand in front of my eyes but nothing happened. The boy with the sword then intervened everything went black before my eyes.
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> Who were they two? What did I do so that one of them wanted to kill me? He said to me Kischa is that my name ??? Why don't I remember ???? Where is the one with the sword, he protected me ?????<I got up, looked around and took a few steps, no living being was in sight over there was a meadow, a small forest and a lake that you could see otherwise only destroyed buildings and garbage could be seen. But there I saw someone lying. I ran there in pain. It was the boy with the sword who protected me, I knelt in front of him and turned him on his back, he had many wounds and scratches. "He must have lost a lot of blood because his clothes are soaked with blood in some places" I noticed that he was breathing very irregularly. "I can't just leave him here, I just have to help him, how?" I said loudly. I looked around again. Then the meadow came back to my mind. How should I get him there? I wanted to try to carry the boy over there, but thought: “I can't do it like that, it's too difficult for me, I can't do it. "But then it happened I couldn't figure it out but I really carried it in with ease.> How is that possible? <So I still carried him to the lake in disbelief. > Who am I? What kind of force is that? Can he answer my questions? <I took a closer look at the boy. He had black jeans, a black T-shirt and a blue denim jacket. The clothes were bloody and torn. The boy had lavender-colored hair. > I have never seen such a hair color before, at least I think. <He was about 18-19 years old. > Where's his sword anyway? <It was there in a corner, I went there. There was an old blanket nearby. It was still usable. I looked around a bit and also found a 2 blanket, in a scrap tire there was even a first aid kit, knife, an empty plastic bottle, a cushion and a couple of plastic tarpaulins. There was more lying around but most of it was useless stuff, I marched back to him full of bones. I spread out the tarpaulin and carefully laid the boy on it, then took the cushion and put it under his head.Now I began to treat his wounds, completely forgetting about mine. His wounds looked terrible. I started with the upper body. > Wow what kind of muscles that make martial arts safe. The way it first fought it is certainly very good. I'm sure the women are queuing up with him. (Now be in her place * gg *) <I tied my stomach right away, otherwise there would have been way too many plasters on it. He didn't have any coarser arms or hands, but there were more scratches on his legs, which of course I also treated. Finally I was done and I noticed that my wounds weren't exactly hurting either. I was already yawning, it was already late because the sun would soon disappear on the horizon. I treated my wounds, took another sip of water from the lake, covered myself up, leaned against a tree and fell asleep.
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The next morning the sun woke me up, it was already high in the sky. Then I thought about yesterday
<br />> Why does this have to happen to me? <A growling stomach tore me out of my thoughts, yes I was hungry and something was wrong. The first I looked at the boys he was still sleeping but his breathing was more even now. I got up and looked for something to eat. After two hours I came back. I had fruits and berries with me. I ate it with relish. I felt the plastic bottle with water and drank from it. I'm sure the boy is hungry too, I thought. Then an idea occurred to me. I put his head on my lap, opened my mouth a little and gave him a small sip in his mouth. He swallowed to my amazement. That went on for a while. Then I changed his bandages again, the small wounds were almost healed. It was colder today than yesterday so I decided to make a campfire. Looked at the boys again and looked for firewood. After about 30 minutes I came back and made a fire.I leaned against a tree, looked at it and went back to my thoughts. I kept asking myself the same questions: Who am I? Where am I? What did the man want from me, why did he want to kill me? Who is the boy? Do i know him? Why am i so strong Why? Why? How so? <At some point I nodded off. I woke up again because a gust of wind blew my blanket away. I noticed my rescuer was moving his fingers, then he opened his eyes. He wanted to speak but I put my fingers on his mouth and said: “You are still too weak, don't worry, I'll take care of you. "But he wanted to say something. His mouth moved and he tried to speak.
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End of the first chapter
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How did you like it? I think everyone knows he is the boy who saved her or ??? If not then read on.
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