ENG: Diary - Ciel D'enfer - 1First entry
I grew up in a city. Everlund of the Silvermarks. My father was an honest business man and because of his work he had a good chance for the city to be elected to the council of the six elders. Mother was good-hearted, even though she lost her ability to born any other children after my own birth. She tried to keep me always on the right path. And I think I have chosen the right path nonetheless. But let's start from the beginning of my story.
My childhood was marked by many new friends, new toys and things that my parents brought me when they came back from their journies. At that time father was a traveling salesman and he saw many areas in the silver marks and even outside it. Once he was visiting the Moonshae-Islands and had absolutely wonderful stories to tell. I was living a quiet life, got a private teacher very early and was accompanied into the streetby my own bodyguards. My parents did everything to protect me, even though it was hardly anything he
WIP - The WallThe Wall
He leaned against the wall, an offensive and willing smile on his face. One arm raised the hand behind his head, preventing his hair to touch the wall, he stood next to those strange words.
His thoughts were totally different from his 'come and get me'-look ind his warm, golden eyes.
Yeah. This world was totally different from his own. He was trapped here for now a week. And it was horrible. The stench of sickness and dirty was everywhere. Nobody except him had magic in his blood and even at night there was no danger, except for those strange looking, hooded guys that did wear knifes clearly visible in their pockets.
He lifted the hand from his waist to stroke back a strand of his now blond hair. Carefully he touched his ear and for one second a soft sigh was released from his lips. But then he remembered again what he was here for and took back his position, free and offering.
Nonetheless in his head he was pretty much disappointed that he had to change his e
WIP - Nightmares - GiftartThey walked down the hallway. The only sound that was hearable were their own steps on the blank stone-ground of this old factory. They were sent to get a man, hanging around in these halls, with nothing more informations about him, than his status. He was a dealer. No big fish at all, but somehow he got in contact with important informations, that were worth his death, silently, clean and fast. Nonetheless it felt strange in here. It was like something was terribly wrong with this place, as if the darkness wouldn't be only the absence of light, but another strange creature that was lurking behind the next corner to catch one of them and eat him all up at once.
Raven was not a newbie in this buisness like Vincent was. And even if his young scholar was skilled and clever, he was not used to such situations, were danger was almost touchable. A quick look over the shoulder back at Vincent just confirmed his guess. He was nervous. Even if it was not visible on the first look, but the gun i
Ciel Diary - First Entry :GER:
Erster Eintrag - Geschichtliches
Ich wuchs in einer Stadt auf. Immerlund in den Silbermarken. Mein Vater war ein rechtschaffener Handelsmann und hatte ob seiner Arbeit für die Stadt gute Chancen darauf in den Rat der sechs Ältesten gewählt zu werden. Mutter hatte ein gutes Herz, wenngleich sie ihre Fähigkeit zu gebären nach meiner Geburt eingebüßt hatte. So versuchte sie doch stets mich auf dem rechten Weg zu halten. Ich denke, ich habe den richtigen Weg eingeschlagen. Aber beginnen wir doch von vorn. Am Anfang meiner Geschichte.
Meine Kindheit war geprägt von vielen neuen Freunden, Spielzeug und neuen Dingen, die meine Eltern mir mitbrachten, wenn sie denn von Reisen wieder kamen. Damals war Vater noch Handelsreisender und sah viele Gebiete in den Silbermarken und auch außerhalb dieser. Einmal war er sogar auf den Mondschein-Inseln und hatte gar wundersame Geschichten zu erzählen. Ich lebte ein ruhiges Leben, bekam sehr f