Hallo, hier kommt eine Geschichte, die ich im Englisch LK geschrieben habe. Die Aufgabenstellung war es, eine Kurzgeschichte mit dem Titel Trapped zu schreiben, ich habe 14 Punkte ( = glatte 1) bekommen, allerdings ist die Geschichte natürlich auf Englisch.
Die Übersetzung findet ihr unter dem Namen "In der Falle".
Viel Spaß wünscht euch
Eure Rose
Trapped
They took my stones and my Elea-amulet I had worn since birth.
They left my clothes but I felt more naked then ever before.
They lay me into the sarcophagus and then I was alone. Completely alone in darkness without any noise but my breath – and I’ve never been alone for ten years. Since the day I started to be a novice of the ancient Gods. In a few days I will be a priestess…
If I manage to pass this examination living.
One of the things I’ve been told for ten years: If you go through the ceremony, do not move until you are prepared to meet Takeshi, the God of pain and death.
Do not move as long as there is fear in your heart.
I waited in stifling darkness, tried to slow my breathing and heartbeat. I have no idea how long I waited there, maybe minutes, maybe hours, but then I couldn’t wait any longer.
I left the sarcophagus.
Still muggy, still too dark for my eyes…
I used my hands and feet to get an image of my surroundings. The floor was cold under my bare feet but I found no wall, so I tried one step forward.
The revibration made it sound unnaturally loud.
I tiptoed, with my hands in front of me until I got to a wall and started to explore the black temple.
The fingertips of my right hand stayed in touch with the wall the whole time.
It was weird.
My breath was too loud and too fast, the stuffiness made my nose useless. The only method of getting some information were my ears and my sense of touch.
I went along the corridor (I think it was). It got colder and wet.
Suddenly I felt something sharp on the wall. Takeshi’s pain finally reached me. I put my finger in my mouth and tasted blood.
“Oh no!”, I whispered, but in the silence around, I could as well have been shouting.
My left hand moved to my belt automatically, but the little pocket with my stones was not there anymore.
Nobody can use magic without the stones to channel it…
My stomach joined the “pain-party”, too.
There was no point in going back, but I couldn’t stay were I stood. The only choice was to go on.
So I did.
I went further into the unknown darkness, where it didn’t smell any better. I heard drops everywhere and my belly felt like my stomach had finally decided to leave.
It was gone and only left a low-pressured vacuum hole, which tried to make my belly collapse.
I went through the darkness for a long time until I closed my useless eyes and my hearing became as sensitive as a dog’s.
Everything seems to be too loud and just got worse all the time.
I started to hear things that could never be in the black temple, just after my finger stopped bleeding.
Was I becoming mad?
With that thought, panic took control over me and I started to run.
I ran blindly until my lung burst into flames, stumbled all the time, made my feed bloody, too.
I ran until I fell and had no strength left to get up again.
After a while my heartbeat slowed down and my lungs stopped burning.
My hand moved towards my throat, where my Elea-amulet should have been.
Of cause, my hand found nothing but emptiness.
I cried.
Wet with sweat, tears and the water dripping in everywhere, I broke one of the biggest taboos, one thing that just went without saying:
You do not pray without your hand touching your birth armulet. It would be an insult to the Gods.
But I did it.
I really thought I would die in the black temple. Going to Takeshi’s arms right from his most sacred place – like other before me.
Everything was over. Who cares anymore?
I closed my hand around nothing.
“I am protected by your might
Oh gracious Goddess, day and night”, I whispered the words tattooed on my left shoulder.
Then I sent my wordless plea to Elea, Goddess of new life, of flowers and singing.
Everything was over then.
No, not exactly everything, only the pain, the fear, the coldness and the darkness.
I was surrounded by silver light, keeping me warm and safe, just like a baby in my mother’s belly.
For the third time in my life I got the feeling of something greater than myself, than all humans.
I still heard the things that made me panic, but I was able to ignore them.
In perfect trust to the might, which was protecting me.
“She did it”, said a familiar voice, “She won against her fear. I knew she was strong enough”
The high priestess…
There was another voice, unknown, but in a strange way, the velvet voice was familiar, too.
“You did it, Iyenn, my child. You did it better than anyone before, for the lesson you should learn was not about fear. It was all about trust. Everything is about trust.
You understood. If everybody would, there could be peace one day”
“Who – who are you?”, I asked shyly.
“Don’t you know that already? Who I am…
This one answer is only written in your heart”
“Elea?”, I asked, but she was gone like a summer morning’s early mist.