In the Jahr 4125 the Earth was still turning on itself. Apparently everything was the same as it was two thausand years ago. But it wasn't so. The democracy we got fighting was distroied Von a man. After 15 years of wars, in 4025 Cyrus defeated free people and he established the tyranny. The whole world was controlled and the freedom dind't exist anymore. Everyone Lost trust in everything, in love, in courage, in God. Most of people didn't know that there was a prophecy. It sagte that the humanity had to pass through a century of pain and fear to realize how important freedom was. But then in the 101st Jahr four guys, with the Gift, could overthrow the government.
-Hurry up! you're in late!- sagte Alec. He pratically pulled off Shown from his bed. Shown muttered for a while but then he stood up and went slowly to the bathroom. He looked terribly. He had bags under his eyes. He couldn't sleep because of the fear. Alec came near him.
-So, are Du excited, son?-
-No i'm not. And don't call me son because you're not my father-
-In the State's opinion Du are- sagte coldly Alec. Alec was short with big blue eyes and blond hair. Shown instead was tall, with green eyes and dark hair. When Cyrus, the tyrant, destroied Europe because it didn't want to send ranks, the most of the population died. Just a few children stayed alive and they were taken Von the tyrant, who gave them to the most loyal strategists and commanders. They had to train them to be soldiers faithful to the tyrant. Then when they become 20, they have to fight 'till death in a arena to prove that they become worthy to fight in the tyrant army. Actually, Shown was one of those children, he Lost his family and he became 20 in that year. And now Alec, his foster father was preparing him to go to the arena that morning.
-I don't feel like i'm ready Alec, i'm afraid to die- sagte Shown
-I don't care. The Tyrant wants Du to fight to prove that Du are the greatest fighter. And you'd better not die, i'm the First Strategist, Du have to uphold the honor-. Shown felt like he was alone in the world. While he was at school he saw his classmates proud to be "sons" of the commanders and wanted to fight in the army. They thought that their real family weren't grateful and that they had to die for this. Shown couldn't understand why.
-Hurry up. I don't want Du to be the last one to arrive at the downtown- sagte Alec. Shown went downstairs and ate some cereals with some milk. Alec went away:-I have to prepare the arena. Don't be late- and he went out. After half an Stunde Shown went out too. The city was full of skyscrapers and the train we were used to use didn't exist anymore. In those years there were big fast trains detached from the ground. Even the cars didn't run on the asphalt, but they almost touched it. Shown sighed and went to the station.
-Which tiket sir?- asked smiling the man in the kabine called "departures".
-Downtown- sagte sadly Shown. Hearing that word the man Lost his smile and became serius.
-Here Du are. Good luck-
-Thank you- Shown waited for the train that arrived in three minutes. It was noon, and the fight was starting at 1:05 P.M. and the travel lasted an hour. Anyway Shown wasn't in a hurry.
-Sir,we arrived- sagte politly the conductor.
-What?- sagte Shown. He was sleeping.
-We are downtown. The arena is on the left.- Shown stood up and run out of the train shouting "thank you" to the conductor. He went in the preparing room and met the other fighter. Everyone was proud to be there. Shown worn the armature. And waited for his turn with the herz in his throat.
writer corner: hi everybody! I hope you'll like this story. I really Liebe writing, hope i've made a good job... Should I write the Sekunde chapter? let me know! thank you!
-Hurry up! you're in late!- sagte Alec. He pratically pulled off Shown from his bed. Shown muttered for a while but then he stood up and went slowly to the bathroom. He looked terribly. He had bags under his eyes. He couldn't sleep because of the fear. Alec came near him.
-So, are Du excited, son?-
-No i'm not. And don't call me son because you're not my father-
-In the State's opinion Du are- sagte coldly Alec. Alec was short with big blue eyes and blond hair. Shown instead was tall, with green eyes and dark hair. When Cyrus, the tyrant, destroied Europe because it didn't want to send ranks, the most of the population died. Just a few children stayed alive and they were taken Von the tyrant, who gave them to the most loyal strategists and commanders. They had to train them to be soldiers faithful to the tyrant. Then when they become 20, they have to fight 'till death in a arena to prove that they become worthy to fight in the tyrant army. Actually, Shown was one of those children, he Lost his family and he became 20 in that year. And now Alec, his foster father was preparing him to go to the arena that morning.
-I don't feel like i'm ready Alec, i'm afraid to die- sagte Shown
-I don't care. The Tyrant wants Du to fight to prove that Du are the greatest fighter. And you'd better not die, i'm the First Strategist, Du have to uphold the honor-. Shown felt like he was alone in the world. While he was at school he saw his classmates proud to be "sons" of the commanders and wanted to fight in the army. They thought that their real family weren't grateful and that they had to die for this. Shown couldn't understand why.
-Hurry up. I don't want Du to be the last one to arrive at the downtown- sagte Alec. Shown went downstairs and ate some cereals with some milk. Alec went away:-I have to prepare the arena. Don't be late- and he went out. After half an Stunde Shown went out too. The city was full of skyscrapers and the train we were used to use didn't exist anymore. In those years there were big fast trains detached from the ground. Even the cars didn't run on the asphalt, but they almost touched it. Shown sighed and went to the station.
-Which tiket sir?- asked smiling the man in the kabine called "departures".
-Downtown- sagte sadly Shown. Hearing that word the man Lost his smile and became serius.
-Here Du are. Good luck-
-Thank you- Shown waited for the train that arrived in three minutes. It was noon, and the fight was starting at 1:05 P.M. and the travel lasted an hour. Anyway Shown wasn't in a hurry.
-Sir,we arrived- sagte politly the conductor.
-What?- sagte Shown. He was sleeping.
-We are downtown. The arena is on the left.- Shown stood up and run out of the train shouting "thank you" to the conductor. He went in the preparing room and met the other fighter. Everyone was proud to be there. Shown worn the armature. And waited for his turn with the herz in his throat.
writer corner: hi everybody! I hope you'll like this story. I really Liebe writing, hope i've made a good job... Should I write the Sekunde chapter? let me know! thank you!
This is a poem I came up with
The pain is far greater
the pain is almost blinding
Du sagte you'd always Liebe me
a rope of Liebe wrapped around me, a binding
But now I know the truth
You're nothing but a fake
Du took my herz and played with it
and now my herz does nothing but ache
I wish to hear your voice again
I wish Du had never hurt me
for now I can't even look at Du
without having to turn and flee
This pain has gotten worse
I can't stand it much longer
but if I take a blade....
I can take the pain Du gave me and make a different pain stronger.
The pain is far greater
the pain is almost blinding
Du sagte you'd always Liebe me
a rope of Liebe wrapped around me, a binding
But now I know the truth
You're nothing but a fake
Du took my herz and played with it
and now my herz does nothing but ache
I wish to hear your voice again
I wish Du had never hurt me
for now I can't even look at Du
without having to turn and flee
This pain has gotten worse
I can't stand it much longer
but if I take a blade....
I can take the pain Du gave me and make a different pain stronger.