Hi leutz ^^
I'm totally in angel fever right now ... * drooling * and then the spontaneous idea came to me for this (again very short ... v. V) story ^^
PS: if you find spelling mistakes you can keep them again :)
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A child is sitting in a remote alley, the hair is disheveled and the clothing is a single rag, the bones protrude from under the skin and the lips are blue with cold. The snow falls in thick flakes and covers the girl's head with its cool and yet enchanting beauty, while she shivering makes herself as small as possible to defy the biting cold and save the last remnants of her weak spirits that still remain. She has been starving for five days, as hardly anyone gets lost in this remote area at this cold time of the year and honors a little street child with the gift of a breadcrumb. She winces when she feels a hand on her shoulder and hears a gentle but determined voice: "Come on, get up, Ira ..."She looked up with a questioning look on her face as to whether the stranger, who was obviously male, knew her name. The man standing in front of her had black hair and eyes, the color of which was no different from that of his clothes. Most noticeable, however, were the two night-black, eagle-like wings that he carried folded on his back. Without really knowing why she was doing this, she obeyed the stranger's instructions, got up and took a few steps with him. But one thing made her puzzled ... she felt no more pain, no leaden tiredness, no hunger, nothing. It was as if those times had never happened to her. Almost automatically she turned around ... and saw a child who looked like her in advance, sitting where she had been crouching a few seconds ago. But the girl was no longer breathing and had an almost satisfied and happy expression. And it suddenly became clear to her that she would never have to starve or freeze again if she followed the stranger now ...