LOGINI put the painting on the floor so that I can watch it from above. It's hard to take your eyes off it, they stick to the picture, so to speak. But not only that doesn't make me look away, the picture surrounds a dangerous and at the same time an exciting atmosphere. It feels like a story is hiding behind the picture. Without thinking long, my fingers touch the red grass. I drive back in shock when I get a small electric shock. Confused, I touch it again, this time knowing not to flinch.
I can easily feel how a pressure is released and my fingers slide into the picture. Completely perplexed, I find that my entire arm is gone. Am I dreaming? Have i lost my mind In fear I pull my arm out again and place it on my chest. I look at the mysterious picture full of questions.
That can not be! This is not possible! I probably just fooled myself. But no damn it, my whole arm was in it. What should I do? Tell my uncle about it? He would mark me as crazy again. Damn! I get up with trembling legs, turn around and decide to leave. But suddenly I stop.
Fifty years from now, I may regret not going into the picture. If you can get in, you can definitely go back. I could die if I hear a little voice in my head. But it's an adventure, it's something new. Maybe it's dangerous, but if I just leave now, I'll never be able to forgive myself. Even as a small child, I wished I had an adventure, I remember. Now there's one thing right in front of me and I'm scared?
So I turn around again and look very carefully at the picture. Yes, it can be dangerous, but it might also be beautiful. How do I know what's going to happen? And I will certainly not find out if I don't try it out. My decision is daring, but what is holding me here? My uncle? Dayana? Of course I love both of them, but I can't just ignore the picture!
So I kneel down again, breathe in again loudly and push my arm back in. It's incredible! My heart is thundering like crazy, so I put one leg in first and then the other. I'm shivering and I'm scared, but at the same time I'm excited about what's to come. I count on three, then I jump all the way in.
"One."
I will not regret it.
"Two."
I will not regret it !!
"Three!"
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The leaves rustle on the branches. From a distance I hear the howl of a wolf. Even if the trees are so tall, the moonlight of the three moons in the sky shines through the leaves. The wind flits past me quietly and leaves goose bumps all over my body. But are these goosebumps a matter of freshness or of the creature lying in the tall red grass?
I wonder what it could be. A fable? But which one? I have never heard of such a breed. The creature resembles a human being, a woman. Based on her appearance, I can tell that it really has to be a woman. She wears a white dress and from a distance her skin looks pale, which is all the more emphasized by her long black hair.
I take the risk and approach her carefully. At first I crouch up to her and keep my hand on the sword so that I can pull it out at any moment. But I neither see it move nor that it poses any danger. She appears to be passed out. Since I am standing right next to her, I prop myself down on my knees and look at her carefully and at the same time tense. She looks like everyone else, but that doesn't mean she is one too.
I wonder what the light was all about and how it got here in the first place. Is it dangerous? Should I turn back and flee? Sighing, unable to decide, I brush her hair off my face so I can get a better look at her. Your long, black eyelashes are the first thing I notice. The eyebrows are slightly curved and her lips are red. She has a thin nose and her aristocratic features and high cheekbones emphasize her beauty all the more.
But my thoughts immediately disappear when her forehead wrinkles and she stirs. She seems to be waking up. I get up immediately, but stay close to her. Her eyes open slowly and you can see a pungent gray-green color. Blinking, she sits up frantically and looks around. Her panicked look makes me understand that she doesn't know where she is. When our eyes meet, she gives me a fearful look and moves away from me until she hits a tree.
“Who are you?” She stutters in panic.
She has a soft, pleasant voice that carries strength and courage at the same time.
"Mehmet is my name and who are you?" I ask calmly, trying to calm her down.
Normally I wouldn't address everyone so nicely, but this girl exudes so much trust and at the same time vulnerability that I can't handle her any other way. She seems to be thinking, her eyes darting around and her fingers digging into the earth. When she finally calms down a bit and slowly inhales and exhales, she tells me her name.
"Solveig."
Exactly two hundred years ago this world looked different. People were grateful to nature, but were still threatened with extinction. There were more fables and animals in the world than humans. I still remember exactly how dangerous it was to live as a person in those times. Very rarely, and if so, then with great effort and good luck, a person lived until he discovered a white hair on his head. I just grew up when the person in me died.I had a family, six siblings, three of whom died in childbirth. I was the eldest son in the family, so I was responsible for my younger siblings. We lived in a small village, fearful of a fable attack every day. Of course we knew how to protect ourselves, but we were weaker than these magical beings. They're big, way too strong, and scary, or at least they used to be to me.The village had around two hundred people, large families and a few animals for slaughter. Everyone knew everyone and we all helped each other out. From time
My eyes get wet and the temptation to just walk in that door to hug her is very great. But I pull myself together because they are right. If it's true, and it's not just some stupid dream of mine, then I might really die. So I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and turn away from them. I stand in front of the locked door and look at the handle. For the last time I turn to my parents and memorize the picture exactly."I'll see you," I say resolutely.I try to smile strongly, turn the handle and go blind by the bright, white light. Shortly after that, I lose consciousness.It seems to me that I am asleep. As if my body was sleeping, but my mind was wide awake. I can't open my eyes, but my other senses work great. Immediately I know that I am outdoors, as the air smells very fresh and sweet. Since the rustling of leaves can be heard, I can imagine I am in a forest or something like that. I can feel fresh, wet grass under my fingers. The earth still fe
My feet carry me somewhere. But where? Everything around me is black. My eyes seem to be blind, there is no difference if I keep my eyes closed or if they are open. The darkness is bothering me. I don't like it when I don't know where I'm going. I try hard to recognize something, but it is in vain. I don't see, hear or smell anything. Am I dead? Is that the path that leads me to death?Since I jumped into the picture, I've been walking around in this darkness. Running seems like an eternity to me. The fear of having to keep walking without ever reaching a destination grows. But what else can I do? Stop? No, so I keep walking, hoping that nothing will jump on me from the side because I don't know where exactly I am.But when I suddenly see a small light in the distance, my feet start to run faster. Running evolves into jogging and jogging into running. The light gets bigger and bigger, and when I suddenly see two peopl
I put the painting on the floor so that I can watch it from above. It's hard to take your eyes off it, they stick to the picture, so to speak. But not only that doesn't make me look away, the picture surrounds a dangerous and at the same time an exciting atmosphere. It feels like a story is hiding behind the picture. Without thinking long, my fingers touch the red grass. I drive back in shock when I get a small electric shock. Confused, I touch it again, this time knowing not to flinch.I can easily feel how a pressure is released and my fingers slide into the picture. Completely perplexed, I find that my entire arm is gone. Am I dreaming? Have i lost my mind In fear I pull my arm out again and place it on my chest. I look at the mysterious picture full of questions.That can not be! This is not possible! I probably just fooled myself. But no damn it, my whole arm was in it. What should I do? Tell my uncle about it? He would mark me as crazy again. Damn! I get up with
As I predicted, my uncle hides in his and I in my room. We lick our wounds and try to calm down. I don't know what he's doing. He may be lying in bed watching TV or sleeping. Personally, I've been standing in front of the broken wall mirror in the bathroom since we arrived.I didn't take off my white dress or my shoes. I just stand there and look at my swollen cheeks and my gray-green eyes. It's quiet and I've made up my mind to finally digest the death of my parents. To digest properly. I'm tired of thinking about what life would be with them every day. I have to accept what is. I have to accept the truth that you can never come back. I'm slowly starting to worry about myself. I have to focus on myself and I have to get my life under control again.But today I still allowed myself to mourn, only today on the day of her death. From tomorrow on I finally have to pull myself together and change something about myself. I need to get confident and strong again. I know it c
The egg cannot be found, only by its chosen warrior,” he explains."So that's it. And you? Don't you have anything better to do? For example, reading your magic books and memorizing a few sayings instead of coming to me, even though you could have just written a letter? ”I ask.There must be a reason Garun is here. He's just as careful as I avoid him. So what else is there that he's hiding?"The egg will soon open ashram," he says seriously.“Only when there is war,” I say and want to get up because I can no longer control myself to be in the same room as him."Can't you see that?" He asks, getting louder and more excited.“It started a long time ago. King Lennard has so many evil forces at his side, he will stand against us and there will be a lot of blood, ”Garun says with a nervous expression."And if we do, we're stronger," I say confidently and turn around."Is that us?" He asks and his