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"It's surreal, don't you think?" I said to Sonja while staring up into the clear sky, where an enormous dragon was leisurely slithering its way through thin air. She laughed but didn't answer, her Digital Camera was as glued to the spectacle between scarce white clouds as her eyes were.
It had no wings, but levitated anyway, as if gravity was nonexistent. It's many arms were pulled up to its body as the massive creature easily maneuvered its way around tall buildings. Despite the distance I could make out the colors of its body, mainly red and yellow. Somehow it seemed so cliche.
Every one on the busy street had stopped and begun to stare into the sky just as we had, some pointed, others merely stared, but most pulled out a device or another to film the appearance.
“It must be some kind of hologram”, Sonja stated after a while, “you know, to attract tourists, or maybe it's some kind of holiday today.”
The look on my face was a clear display of what I thought of her explanatory idea, but she wasn't looking.
“There is nothing about this in any of the brochures,” I knew that for sure, I had read dozens of tourist information booklets on the area before we had arrived “… and this place already has way too many tourists.”
“You can be such a drag sometimes”, she said, still filming the dragon above our heads, “why can't you just enjoy the magical moment for once?”
“I'm trying to”, with a smile I continued to follow the elegant movements of the wingless reptile.
Sonja was right, I really needed to learn to let go of my critical nature sometimes and just enjoy.
“It looks so real.” Sonja added after a few moments of silence between us.
“Yes”, I said and shot her a glance, “it really looks like it has weight and real form – it's very well animated.”
My gaze rested on Sonja for a moment, then focused on some locals that seemed just as surprised about the dragon as we did. There was lots of oo' and aah'ing going on around us. That was when I first noticed it, out of the corner of my eye, no one that I wasn't looking at directly was moving or talking. Like they had been paused – but the instant I turned my head, even just the slightest, they started up again – somehow it didn't seem wrong, but it didn't feel quite right either. It was a fleeing thought that was forgotten in the same moment that it popped into my head. I turned back to the dragon that was slowly heading towards the horizon.
Then I woke up.

The Room

My senses were overwhelmed by the abruptness of my awakening for second. The smell, the blinding light, the pain in my back, the stiffness in the rest of my body and last but not least the feeling of something heavy on my legs. It would have been hard not to notice that I was lying on the floor, surrounded by other people, that seemed to be asleep and were sprawled across the floor. With a groan, due to the aches in my body, I pulled myself up into a sitting position and freed the bottom half of my legs from the heavy man that had been on top of them. He didn't even budge, even after my harsh leg freeing kicks, of which one hit him right in the side. I recognized him as Mr. Hoheneck, one of the people from our traveling group. Confused and disoriented I studied the room we were in. It was warm enough that I felt cozy in my T-Shirt and Jeans, but it had the stale smell of a room that hadn't been aired out for a long time.
As I looked around and noted that the large room, that had a high ceiling only had one door and one tall window, I was blinded by a ray of sunlight that hit my eye.
With a quick movement that I regretted almost immediately, thanks to the pain that shot through my back, I saved myself from the blinding sun that was shining directly into the room.
Slowly I stood up and began to count the amount of people that were laying on the floor like someone had just started a game of Mikado with them.
I counted twenty two, so twenty three including myself.
Everyone from the traveling party I noticed at the same time as I counted them, I couldn't see all of their faces, as some were facing away from me, or were on their stomachs, but I recognized enough of them to figure out the whole group was here, fast asleep, on someones floor.
Contemplating whether I should try to wake them or not it hit me. Realization slammed into me like a car skidding on an icy road might slam into a tree – and I was in the car – or I was the tree.
There was no traveling group.
It had just been me and Sonja on the plane on our way to China for a six week language course. That was the last thing I remembered. Yes our trip to China and the dragon in the sky were still in my head, but it was a senseless blur, a quickly disappearing memory of a dream.
“Sonja?” I asked out loud, I didn't care about waking anyone up – heck I wanted them to wake up and to explain this situation to me. Without me even noticing my breathing had started to quicken as a wave of confusion and panic rolled over me.
“SONJA!” I yelled this time, trying to find her body among the sea of sleeping silhouettes that paid no attention to me. I stumbled over Vincents' arm and then accidentally stepped on his other hand, but he didn't even twitch. At the far end of the room I spotted Sonjas long blond hair, I didn't recognize it at first because Sonja never wore her hair open, it was always in a tight bun, and now it was hanging open on her shoulders and down her back to the floor. In the five years I had known her, I had seen her hair open less than a handful of times.
Kneeling down beside her, I gave her a rough shake, I wasn't in the right frame of mind to tiptoe around. She needed to wake up and calm me down. Now.
“Suya”, I said loudly, my voice trembling and using her beloved nickname, shaking her harder when she didn't budge, but I was not rewarded with any kind of reaction. Without actually wasting a thought on what I was doing I reached for her lower arm and felt for her pulse. It was definitely there, luckily even someone like me who had no clue of first aid could find a pulse. I could see the rhythmic movements of her chest when she breathed, it seemed hard to believe that she was alive. Usually I could wake her with a cough. Two years sharing a dorm room taught you a lot about your roommates sleeping habits. Tears started to gather in my eyes.
“Suya.” I tried again, as my hand wandered in front of my mouth and let myself fall out of the kneel, so my aching back was resting against the cold wall. I closed my eyes and took a row of deep breath to prevent myself from falling even more into panic.
I was the only one that was awake, so it was my duty to figure out how to wake the others and to make sure nothing happened to them in the meantime. To accomplish that I needed my head working, not in a hyperventilating mess.
After another deep breath I opened my eyes and slowly stood up again.
Sitting around moping and waiting had never helped anyone.
Careful not to step on any more extremities I moved over to the window. A gasp escaped my lips.
“Would you just shut the fuck up Francis?” Keith growled in his brothers’ direction. Everything was going wrong. Absolutely everything and the last thing he needed was his older siblings’ opinion on the matter at hand. He needed to concentrate and neither annoying Francis, nor his own racing heart, were helping very much. Not that Francis was ever much help.
“Just sayin … if you had listened to me, all of this wouldn’t have happened.” Francis said and Keith didn’t have to see him to know how wide the smug on his damn face was.
“Oh.” Keith stated without looking up from the shards he was examining. The remains of the crystal he had placed earlier. It looked as if it had been blasted apart from the inside. Despite his attempt to analyze the material he found no trace of who or what had destroyed it.
“Yeah, sure. Next time I’ll listen to your retarded ideas and everything will blow up instead of just this, then we won’t be able to save even one of them. Sounds brilliant.”
It hadn’t been his fault that things hadn’t worked out as planned. Someone had interfered. Otherwise everything would have worked fine.
“Still sounds better than what you are doing now. You are endangering us for a few of them. We can always make another plane disappear.”
“Shut the fuck up – either help me – or go away.” Keith said, his voice trembling with anger. Two dozen. Twenty four people. That was all that had survived the crash. Twenty four of the over two hundred and fifty passengers that had been on board had survived.
Slowly Keith straightened up from his crouching position; his eyes scanned the wreckage that surrounded them. There was nothing left for him to do, other than take the survivors and leave. Twenty four was still better than none.
“You are putting way too much energy into this.” He heard Francis say from a few meters away, right before the loud crash of debris that fell to the ground after being shifted slightly. “Oops.” Francis laughed. “Twenty three.”
Shaking his head Keith moved to an old man who was still strapped into his seat and breathing shallowly into his yellow oxygen mask. His white hair was partially stained red by his own blood which was also dripping down the side of his face. In a swift movement Keith freed the man from the seatbelt and lifted the unconscious man from the seat before half dragging, half carrying him to a grassy space that was free of plane parts. There he placed his hand on the man’s wounds and closed his eyes.
“What really? Don’t waste your mana on a Sleeper.” Francis complained from further away, where he was pulling a young girl from the debris. Her clothes were tattered and ripped, but other than the fact that she was unconscious, she was fine.
A shiver ran down Keith’s spine as he felt the gaping wound on the old man’s forehead close. That would have to do for now. There were others that needed healing as well.
It took them a while but they managed to pull the surviving twenty three to safety, without any further accidents and only minimal complaining from Francis.
“Ready?” Frances asked and Keith nodded in reply.
Without a sound they disappeared with the twenty three unconscious bodies that surrounded them.
The sound of bodies hitting the floor welcomed Keith when they reappeared in one of the smaller rooms of their house.
“Oops, miscalculated.” Francis laughed, stepping over one of the bodies that had just dropped a good two meters from where he had made them appear, to the wooden floor.
“Miscalculated my ass.”  Keith sighed and rubbed his eyes with his fingers.
“A days job well done.” Stretching Francis moved towards the door of the room. “I think we’ve earned ourselves some tea.”
Keith drew a slow, deep breath and started to follow his older brother shaking his head. “I need some Uisce Beatha.”    
Closing the door behind himself, Keith knew he had done what he could.
The survivors were sharing a lovely dream and were at peace and would remain that way until their demise. He just wished, he could have offered the other passengers of the flight the same untroubled end
Brotherhood (week 1)
the beginning of a scenario that has been in my head for a while ;)


Current Residence: Munich Germany
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Print preference: erm ...
Favourite genre of music: Power Metal
Favourite photographer: -
Favourite style of art: pretty much anything
Operating System: Windows - wooo
MP3 player of choice: Samsung
Shell of choice: pretty ones :3
Wallpaper of choice: I am a jedi <3
Skin of choice: anything fun
Favourite cartoon character: Yoh and Hao Asakura
Personal Quote: you just never know where the dragon is ...
so - not like anyone cares anywho - but hey I like talking to myself

Leprechaun Veigar is done - and with that my (last) Veigar Cosplay has been completed - atm I dont think I have the stamina to actually go through with my "every year a Veigar Costume"- idea. Eventhough they are fun and epicly badly made - its still work and money and meh ... well idk ... we will see ... next year ... around Halloween ;)

so in the meantime I have started 2 new projects, and finished another.

Ruffy Winter Island (Drum) Version, will be uploaded as soon as I have some pictures (probably the best costume I have ever made when it comes to the quality of my sewing)

I have started working on Aroria - Destruction Armor from the game R.O.H.A.N.

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and my next Ted version :3 I cant wait to get these two done :3  I have been excited about both for a good half a year now.

Other than that ... I have a lot planned for my "winter break" - more Ruffy Versions, Ukyo from Ranma, my Muc Cosplays - I really want to put an effort in and make them properly - not rush them in a few days and cheat as much as possible, like I usually do :3

well enough of me talking to myself now ... bla bla bla

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sylveonsnuggles Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Your cosplays are amazing!
Alelamon Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2013
thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!! <3
Sebi3000 Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2012
Ich kenn dich! *mwahaha* xDD
ich hab n Bild von uns beiden von der TiCon on, is das ok? :3
du bist auch gecredited :D
Alelamon Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2012
ja klar :D ich add dich mal :3
Galuren Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2012  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter

danke schön fûr das watch !
Alalein Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2012  Student General Artist
Danke für den watch ;D
Feohria Featured By Owner Nov 15, 2011   Digital Artist
Thank you very much ^^+
ThatsAStepLadder Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks you for the fave c:
TekkanoMaki-chan Featured By Owner Jun 4, 2011
Thank you so much for the watch!! :la:
Jibril-Cosplay Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2011
XDDDD Alela du bist auch hier? Ich dachte dein PC mag DA nicht.
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