1. Past story
Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction that I translated into English. Normally I write only in German, so my English isn't very good. So… please be merciful to me.
Let's start with the past story.
A little girl of six years was sitting in front of a grey wall. She had a piece of coal in her hand and applied it to the wall. She began to draw. Stroke by stroke.
Mara was thinking of her dream. She had seen an island. An island with a huge jungle. Then there were a few boys of different ages who seemed to approach her, but she couldn't remember whether or not she knew them.
The girl had seen the beach and the sea. At least she thought it was the sea, but she was uncertain because she had never been there. Besides the sea, she has dreamed of stars. One of the stars had shone particularly bright.
And then there was something else… another island with a rock in the form of…
"What are you going to do there, missy?," asked a woman's voice annoyingly.
The little girl winced, frightened. Once again she had been caught.
"Nothing at all," mumbled Mara, trying to cover the drawing.
The governess stared at her reproachfully: "You're planning something again. Come on, come away from the wall!"
Mara hung her head and obeyed. Now there would be trouble again, because she had dirtied the walls of the orphanage…
After a series of punishment that included a beating, Mara sat again in the corner of the room and pondered.
She didn't want to be here anymore. But she knew that no one would ever come to adopt her, because the governess told everyone who came to adopt a child how naughty Mara always was.
Should Mara go? Should she sneak away in the night?
Yes. She would do this and best to do it as quickly as possible. She would manage somehow.
Mara slowly opened the window. It was pitch dark and everyone was asleep.
She tied the knotted rope of sheets and blankets to the bed post and threw the end out of the window. She could also jump. It wasn't very high. But Mara wanted to play it safe and be as quiet as possible.
Now the time was come. She climbed and climbed, down and down, until her feet almost touched the ground. The last chance to turn back… No! She couldn't chicken out! Not when she had come so far.
Her feet were on the ground. It seemed to her at that moment as if all her burdens fell from her.
She was free!