Kuum'raad, der Gott der Zeit

Kuum'raad, der Gott der Zeit

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Der junge Schüler Damon lebt sein normales Leben, in einem abgeschiedenen Dorf. Er hat eine liebende Mutter und einen viel beschäftigten Vater. Dies soll sich aber schlagartig ändern, als er eines nachts einen Albtraum hat. Er träumt von einer riesigen Turmuhr. Was hat das zu bedeuten und vor allen Dingen, woher kommt das ticken? P.S.: Ich habe zwar alles noch einmal Kontrolle gelesen, es kann aber sein, das ein paar Sachen immer noch falsch sind. Danke für das Verständnis .
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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