Group Z and the Angels - Part 10
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Here I am again with new ideas and poems. I am very sorry that I haven't contacted you for so long, hardly had time, and if I'm to be honest I don't feel like it. But now I'll keep writing, I promise, even if maybe not many read my FF. I accept that.
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I thank everyone who reads my FF very much. And hope that you are not angry with me because I haven't written for so long.
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I hope that those who read this FF write me a short comment, I know that for some it takes a long time to load the page to write a comment and therefore they do not write any. For those who prefer it, or for whom the page takes too long to open, also for criticism, complaints, suggestions for improvement, here is my email: Claudi20000@sms.at
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If you write to me, I would be interested in whether you like the poems, whether they fit in, whether I should leave them out or write afterwards.<br />
I've read a couple of FF's that have poetry in them, and I really liked that.
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I'm also currently setting up my homepage, there are also poems by me, where not all of them are published here, so who should like them at http://www.beepworld.de/members23/claudimausi015/
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So I hope I haven't forgotten anything, if not I'll write it down at the end of this part.
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The sun was slowly setting behind the mountains.
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The last rays tickled the still slightly lighted land.
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The sun was almost gone.
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The last rays slowly disappeared.
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Clarisa was standing at the window of her room. She had asked Bulma for a single room. She watched the beautiful sunset, she admired the beauty of this planet. At this sight she thought about her current situation.Her father was sure to be angry because she didn't come home. She also thought about the other man who was waiting for her in Mythenia. Her mind drifted on to Trunks. His eyes that fascinated her so much. The courage that was in it, but also the uncertainty when his father was around. She wondered why he was so different from Vegeta. He had more of his mother, but he too had his pride. She smiled as she thought back. They had a lot of fun in the pool, and she had noticed all day that Trunks was watching them. And she had often watched him too. If she wasn't careful she would do something that would have big consequences on her planet, because she knew very well that she had fallen in love.
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She thought about the training, whether it was a good idea to go into this room alone with Trunks. But now there was no turning back.
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She walked slowly to the bed, there was her sword. She took it and pulled it out of its sheath. It was light in her hand, even if it looked very heavy, so she turned it and looked at the shiny metal.She thought back to her fight with Trunks, he had held up well, only he was fighting too much with strength and not with skill. Even if power is part of it, but you have to use it properly. She wondered if he had ever trained with the sword. Maybe he had taught himself all of this, which would be very admirable, because he was pretty good, that's why she wanted to train with him. He was really talented.
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She looked again at the sword, the blade and the handle in the shape of a cross. She got it from her grandmother, but she didn't know who she got it from.
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Slowly she put the sword away again. She put it on the table that was in the corner by the bed. Then she lay down. She thought about her mother, her father, and her newfound brother, the half-Saiyan.
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She was glad that she had finally seen her mother, she was also sad because she had to leave so early, she still had so much to tell her, so much to tell.Her only consolation was her brother, whom she was now able to get to know.
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Suddenly a strong wind came through her window, it was unnaturally strong, because there was no wind before. She could see that in the trees, because they hadn't moved. She walked slowly to the window. An uncomfortable but familiar feeling rose in her. She got out of the window and sat on the window ledge. She cocked her wings slightly and jumped off. It floated slowly in the air, the trees in the nearby forest did not move. She floated back to the window and put her hand through the window. The sword flew to her and landed right in her hand. She buckled it around her back and drew the sword. She floated slightly away from the window and concentrated. Her hands gripped the hilt of the sword tighter. And the strong, eerie wind came up again, but not a tree moved. The wind strength increased more and more. She had to fight it with her wings, but the wind was meanwhile so strong that it pushed her more and more towards the forest.There was nothing she could do about it, she tried with all her might to fly back to the window, but she couldn't. The wind picked up even more and there was little she could do about it. She flew towards the forest at high speed, she no longer fought against it, she knew it was pointless, she knew this type of wind well. She closed her eyes and concentrated. When she opened her eyes again she discovered the place where it should go. A small clearing. When she was exactly over the clearing, the wind suddenly stopped, she spread her wings and slowly floated towards the clearing. Landed there, but she was alone. She got angry. Clarisa> First he brings me here and now he's hiding too. Well wait ... <
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"I know you're there, Minator! Come out and don't be so cowardly!" she screamed, grasping the hilt of her sword. She went into fighting position. She turned around when she heard a rustle. Shortly afterwards a tall man stepped out of the darkness of the trees.<br />
"You don't need to scream. It's your own fault. You should have come home. Now your father is angry, he doesn't know what went through your head that you had the stupid idea of ​​just staying here!" " while the man said that he came closer and closer to Clarisa until he was standing in front of her, he put his hands on her shoulders.
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"Then she hasn't contacted you yet?"
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"Who do you mean sweetheart?"
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"Nobody. And don't call me sweetheart! You'll find out why I'm still here and now go!" Clarisa held her sword right up to the man's throat.
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"Please .... sweetheart, take .... the sword away, I'm going, I don't understand what's going on here, but for the sake of you I'm going."
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Clarisa pulled the sword away, which the man looked a little anxiously as he spoke.
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"Ok Minator. Tell my father I'll come back when the time comes!"
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"And when will it be there?"<br />
"I do not know that yet!"
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"And then we will ..."
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Clarisa interrupted him.
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"Yes, after all, it is my duty as a princess on Mykenia." She said sadly and looked at the ground. She turned around but the Mycenaean held her wrist. She stopped and looked at the floor. The tears stood in her eyes.
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"Don't I get that kiss goodbye?"
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"No, and now finally go!"
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The man let go of her and she was still looking at the floor. She waited a moment and turned around, a tear searching its way down her cheek. He was gone.
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The sun had set today not only for the country.
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The sun had set in her heart.
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It reminded her of her real life.
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Life without the sun, the life of the princess, not that of a warrior.
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A life full of duties.
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Your real life.
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Tears ran down her cheeks. Reality caught up with her again.<br />
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So that's it again. On the last part I heard the song "The Last Unicorn", I thought it really went with it !!
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Another explanation for those who don't know when someone thinks something, I write it like this: Name (of the thinking)> Thought <
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Hope to get some comments.
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