* That the sun darkens,
Had seen it many times.
That the birds stopped flying
Perhaps it was still understandable. *

"Mum, why is the sun going down now?"
The mother turned to her son and initially pushed him roughly away from the window.
"Our Lord is rising!"
The little boy looked at her questioningly and stood on tiptoe to look out the window. His black eyes tried to catch every detail from outside.
Wherever the crows sat in the trees and bushes, or where the muggles nibbled the cherries, there was now a soft emptiness.
Well, birds couldn't want to be here either!
"But why is it still getting dark now?"
The woman snorted and finally pushed him away from the window. She put her hands on her side and glared at him.
"You know very well that the Lord sends his sign to heaven when he" has "done it!", She wrinkled her nose, "But what should I expect from you!"
The boy just puffed his long black hair off his face, bored, and let it go.
He had heard that a hundred times by now, even though he was only 5 years old.
"And now make sure that you get to your room!" His mother snarled.
He nodded and went to the door.
He had a queasy feeling, as if something was going to happen today ...
At the door he turned around again and looked at his mother. She stood at the window, the green light that was slowly shining in from outside made her look scary and vicious.
She seemed pleased.

* That it suddenly got colder,
It was certainly in the evening light;
But the dull tremor that came closer
You just didn't understand. *

"Evelin, come in now! It's way too cold! Besides, I don't know what that is out there!" Shouted a man across the field. His wife stood there and listened into the night, which had broken in too early. A greenish mark hovered directly in front of the sun and had obscured everything.
She also had the feeling that her blood was shaking in her veins, like a distant tremor that had lasted for hours and was now drawing closer.
"Evelin!"
"Yes John!" she wrapped her arms around her body and looked at the now slowly rising moon.
A full moon.
Beautiful…
Although it should still be day.
"Is Remus in the house?"
Her husband looked behind her for a moment, at her house. On the first floor there was a dim light shining through the curtains.
"Apparently yes. He shouldn't be outside now either! And neither should you!"
He took her wrist and pulled her inside.

* One hid in the houses,
Nobody slept that night. *

"Oh man!" the man cursed as he stumbled into the apartment. An icy breeze was his greeting from outside.
"AH, Steve, close the door!" his wife called from the kitchen and immediately afterwards came a "DAD!".
A little girl ran up in to. Cake batter on the face.
He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.
"Well Lily? Do you bake?"
"Yes, I baked the moon! You have to try one then!" she beamed, turned around and ran back into the kitchen.He hung up his jacket and sighed softly.
But then also went into the kitchen.
"Hey honey." Kissed his wife briefly and then began, "Did you read anything today about our having a solar eclipse?"
"No, but I don't consider a greenish light to be the moon either!" she laughed and kept stirring the pots.
"Anyway, I'll stay up today. Just to be on the safe side!" he whispered.
Lily stood on the kitchen bench and looked out into the night.
"Mum, does the moon always scare you?"

* Only the children were in a hurry
Brought to rest with a deception. *

He had been running around the house for a quarter of an hour.
His brown hair was already tousled and the little glasses hung crooked on his nose.
He didn't want to go to bed!
His mother came after panting. Her forehead was furrowed and she was getting fed up with it.
It was only 4 o'clock!
His father now blocked the way to the upper floor and so a sharp bend was inserted into the kitchen.
But you should have thought about that beforehand, then he crashed into an open kitchen cupboard. The pots hit the floor loudly and rolled around, getting a few bumps and scratches.
It was so unfair!
"But I don't want to go to bed!" he moaned and pulled an arm out of a pot.
"But James! We ... yes we still have- we still have an appointment with a businessman!" it came slowly from his father, who had stepped into the kitchen.
His mother had already collected half of the kitchen utensils and was now pulling it out of the cupboard.
"Please James, we're going to the park with you tomorrow for that too! Will is taking time off!"
Apparently she didn't want to understand!
"But I'm scared! I don't know, but somehow I'm so sad!"

* But one thing had been forgotten
And when there was no more time
Could you hear it singing on the side of the road
And it sang his favorite song. *

"Tell me, Kitty, do you hear that?"
A mauzen came back. And a snow-white cat jumped from the back of an armchair. She padded to the window and jumped on the windowsill.
An old woman struggled to get up from her chair, grabbed her walking stick and came groaning to the window.
A greenish light fell in as she opened the musty curtains and her eyes looked outside.
"That's a boy ... Kitty, what is he doing out there?"
She had spotted a boy crouching on the sidewalk and singing to himself.
His legs were grazed and his light brown hair drooped with sweat.
Dreamily he marveled at the full moon, which took on something greenish.
"Kitty, the parents are guaranteed to worry you ..."

* Then the earth trembled,
And a storm was coming
And the people in the houses
Gave up all hope. *

"JOHN! HE IS NOT HERE! JOOOHN!"
Evelin ran down the stairs. Stumbled and fell the last three steps.
John came out of the living room, his questioning and caring look.
But she ignored her pain and clawed his shirt.
"Remus is- e-he's not there!He - he has to be outside! "She cried, choked.
He glanced at the window. It was pouring rain and a tremor had run through the earth for a few minutes.
"I'm going to look for him!"

* This child was long lost.
It was now clear to everyone
Because no one suspected in the emergency
What happened out there. *

"Kitty, get away from the window if Almighty God wants to take the boy to him, because we don't stand in his way ... We don't save lives ..."
She looked into the fireplace that she had lit and watched the peaks of fire that shot out. Then throw yourself back to the wood to eat it up.
The cat lay down on the rug by the fireplace and gave the woman a bad look.
"You know only too well what's going to happen that night! Only we know! Only we ..."
The cat hissed and closed its eyes.

* And then he stepped out of the woods,
The dreaded giant
Some small trees
He buckled with one hand. *

A howl ran long and painfully through the streets.
It came from the direction of the forest and it was adorned with the bursting of wood. The long claws scratched the road.
The yellow eyes searched for the scent he had picked up.
Blood ... Not much ... and yet so - so pleasant!
There was another howl from him.
Came down the street.
There was nothing to be heard. But he could feel it.
The heartbeat of his prey!
Breath in the night!
The little blood on the skin!

* And he saw the little creature
That he didn't seem to be afraid.
Slowly he knelt down to the child
And it sang a song for him.

[i]* Wolves are only half the size
They're just big dogs.
Wolves are scared of wolves,
If you dance on them*

It seemed like the wolf was laughing grimly.
But he screwed up his mouth and tore his teeth apart.
The boy jumped to his feet. He opened his eyes.
Path!
Just get out of here!
He hurried headlong down the street, away from the monster.
Heard the paws hit the floor, they echoed from the houses. The roar chased him.
But he didn't get far.
With putrid breath on his neck, he turned around with the last of his courage and looked into the yellow eyes.
"I know that you can't help it ..."

The old woman stepped out of the house.
Step by step her walking stick toked up on Steinstrasse.
Towards the little creature on the wall of the house.Towards him.
The cat crept around her legs. Notice the sun, which rose again in the morning.
gold
"He now shares the same fate ... He will remain an outcast forever ... The feared one has sent his messenger!"
The old woman touched the boy's leg. The marks of the teeth rose clearly from the flesh wound. Little blood.
She leaned over to his face and brushed the sweaty hair from his forehead.
"You were stupid my boy, stupid! Nobody turns against the Lord ... Hope for your soul!"

And when the people came out of the houses, they saw nothing.
They didn't understand anything.
They didn't know anything.
Nothing of a wolf.
Nothing of the boys struck by fate.
None of the others ...
The others who felt what was going to happen that night.
They had felt it in their hearts.
You would always look at the full moon now, wondering why.
Will want to know why they always had such a sad feeling in their hearts.
Will not be able to sleep.
Will feel like they're missing something.

[b]Because the one who is lacking