This cannot be happening, Max thought as she stood Von a baum in the park. Little Angel – Jäger der Finsternis sat under the tree, weeping her eyes out. Thick tears running down her cheeks. In her hands she held a little bird. She had caught it earlier as it fell from the sky and it had, unfortunately, died in her hands. And now little Angel – Jäger der Finsternis was so shaken Von it, she was breaking down.
What do I do, Max asked herself. Angel – Jäger der Finsternis was crying, and this time she didn't know how to handle it. She had had a lot of conversations with her flock. But nothing so sensitive as "Death". She remembered how peaceful the Tag had started...
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