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15. Verloren
Dit is geschreven voor een opdracht Engels, so it is in English. But I'll hope you guys enjoy. xoxo
I kneeled down and wiped away my tears.
I needed to be strong, even when the light in our hearts stopped shining.
I would die, we all would. But I could try.
I looked up at the full moon and my fingertips slipped over the grave of my mum.
Her fate, and my fate were unavoidable.
‘Ariana?’ Jace reached out his hand and helped me standing up.
I looked at the crossed swords on his back and I closed my eyes.
I felt his tender lips on my forehead and my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t lose him, I didn’t wanted that.
I swallowed and looked at him.
‘We need to go,’ he whispered. The graveyard was surrounded by dark, old houses and every lantern was broken. It made me nervous and I could already hear them. The voices of Alnwick. People who killed Nymphs, Nymphs like me.
I was born to protect humanity as a warrior.
However not every Nymph agreed with that law. Only one Nymph, took more then a thousand lives. His name was Sylvester Blackstar. The ribbon of thoughts burned in my head when Jace pulled me behind him.
The sound of broken glass interrupted the ice-cold silence and a pair of yellow eyes appeared in the dark. A grey hound barked and it growled violently, looking me straight in the eyes. The slobber on his mouth dropped on the wooden porch and Jace raised his sword.
‘Don’t!’ I yelled and the hound ran away, disappearing into the night.
‘What the hell happened?’ Jace asked and I took a deep breath.
‘He’s warning his boss, or worse.. my father.’ Jace looked frustratingly calm and he kicked the door in. The house was left for a while and it smelled like rotten flesh.
I opened the door that leaded to the living room and it creaked.
Footsteps echoed through the empty room and I stopped moving.
‘What’s wrong?’ Jace’s face looked unnatural in the blue light of his sword and I wiggled my brows. A snoring sound came out of the kitchen and Jace walked on.
‘We don’t have a choice, Ariana. That hound can run faster then me, even when I would have drunk berry juice!’ A soft smile played around my lips and we walked into the kitchen.
A rat ran over the table and an old man slept in his rocking chair, looking over the village park. I imagined how this place would have looked like, when it wasn’t a dump like it was now. The wooden floor creaked under every footstep we made and a small staircase curled in the ceiling with moisture spots. Jace looked behind him and I froze when the phone rang.
‘Stay calm,’ he whispered and I nodded. The old man yawned and opened his eyes. He looked at Jace and walked towards him. His footsteps were heavy and I yelled when the friendly brown eyes turned into white, empty holes.
It was too late.
Jace tried to protect me with his body, but within a few seconds I felt the pain of a red, burning, sword. A sword that destroyed my heart, once and for all.
‘Ariana!’ Jace screamed my name and the tears rolled down my face when the point of the second sword came out of his own chest. The old man laughed and looked at us.
‘Such a shame, Ariana. I would have thought that the daughter of Sylvester, was more prepared for an innocent battle. He wanted you dead little girl, because you would only have stood in his way. Humanity will end soon, that’s a promise.’ He walked away and the door sealed behind him.
‘I love you, Jace,’ I said it with absolute clarity and he smiled.
His fingers touched my cheek and I gasped.
‘I know you do, Ariana.’
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Janitaa zei op 22 okt 2013 - 18:57:
Gelukkig bestaat er een vertaler voor mij.
Kreeg je er en cijfer voor?
Vast een 10. <3
Gelukkig bestaat er een vertaler voor mij.
Kreeg je er en cijfer voor?
Vast een 10. <3
Je bent dus niet alleen al een god in Nederlandse-taal. Maar dus ook gewoon in Engels. Jeez, Loraah. It's amazing! Jij hebt zeker wel een 10 gekregen.