Hey Guys. We are back with another story. The same procedure as by every story. I written the story in German and MissParkerFan translated it into English. We hope you like it. It was a idea of the two of us.

The Girl With The Violet Hair

Chapter 1: The Reunion

Zhalia and Dante were standing in Dante's kitchen and were drinking coffee. It was early in the morning. The rising sun was shining through the window. It would be a beautiful day. Zhalia wore hot pants and Dante's black sweater, that reached to her thighs. Dante wore his typical plaid boxer shorts and stood in front of the young woman. Zhalia was leaning against the kitchen counter and looked up at Dante. He was at least a head taller than her. Her blue hair fell into her face. Dante's red-brown hair was disheveled. Slowly he leaned down to her and kissed her.

"I love you." he whispered softly. Zhalia smiled. "I love you too." She put her cup of coffee on the counter and wrapped her arms and legs around Dante's body. He was holding her tight. They kissed passionately. Dante sat Zhalia down on the counter, but her legs were still around his waist.

"What do we have to do, yet?" Dante asked, looking deeply into her eyes.

"The table decoration is secured, the invitations are sent, the dress fits." listed Zhalia, "I would say we have everything." she began to smile and kissed him again.

"I think you forgot something." Dante said. Zhalia looked at him interrogative. What did he mean?

"Sophie's tradition, she is determined to put through?" Zhalia moaned loudly and jumped off the counter. Then she ran to the fruit bowl and took out an apple.

"It's just for one night." she replied, biting into the apple.

"Right. One night. One night I can not be with you." Dante replied and walked towards her. Zhalia smiled. "You know that Sophie will get a heart attack if we are abusing her tradition?" Zhalia replied with a grin. Dante grinned, too. "It's just for one night." said Zhalia and looked deep into Dante's eyes. "All right. Then I have get through one night without sex." he replied, grinning. Zhalia bat him, monitory but grinning, against his arm. Then he grabbed her arm, pulled her towards him and held her tightly. Zhalia tried to free herself from his grasp, but she couldn't. Laughing, the two stumbled into the living room.

5 hours later

That night Zhalia slept at Sophie's house. Sophie absolutely wanted Dante and Zhalia to accomplish this old Casterwill-tradition. This said, that every bride and groom weren't allowed to see the night before their wedding. It should bring good luck for the future. At first Dante and Zhalia were skeptic about it, but Sophie annoyed them for so long, that Zhalia and Dante finally agreed. Zhalia was just sorting her stuff into the wardrobe in the guest room, when Sophie came into the room with a tablet.

"A cappuccino for the yet free woman." she said and put the tablet on the table beside the large windows. She handed Zhalia a cup of cappuccino and she accepted gratefully.

"To you and your freedom. Enjoy it as long as you can." said Sophie, taking a sip. Zhalia did the same.

"Can you believe that, I mean, tomorrow at this time I'm married. This is incredible." Zhalia said and took a big gulp. Sophie smiled. She was happy for them. They had found each other and that would be celebrated tomorrow.

"Can I see your wedding dress again?" asked Sophie. She was besotted to this dress. It was so beautiful. A strapless dress, which was cut close to the waist and from there it fell apart. A green ribbon in the middle freshened the whole thing. Zhalia put the cup down and went to her suitcase. Suddenly she remembered that she had left the dress in Dante's house.

"Damn." she swore.

"What?", Sophie wanted to know and was already her site.

"I left the dress at home." she said. "I'll go get it quickly." Zhalia ran from the room and went on her way.

"Hurry up." cried Sophie. Zhalia waved to her without turning around and disappeared at the next corner.

Then ten minutes later she arrived at home, she desperately hoped to meet Dante. She went up the stairs to the door and unlocked it. Zhalia went inside and closed the door behind her.

"Dante," she cried and put the key on the small table next to the door. He didn't answer. Apparently he was not at home. Zhalia went on. But at the stairs, she stopped. Dante's jacket was lying there. A few steps further, she found a pink top that wasn't hers. Zhalia frowned. At the end of the stairs lay a bra that also does not belong to her. Zhalia had a terrible assumption. She went to the bedroom door. Full of fear what will expecting her, she opened the door. She could not believe what she saw. Dante and another woman naked in her bed. It was like a bad dream. Zhalia stood there rooted. She just could not believe he did something like that to her. What had she done to deserve this? Dante suddenly noticed that someone was standing in the door. When he saw who it was he stopped his act. He was shocked He saw Zhalia standing there with tears in her eyes. She stared at them.

"Zhalia." said Dante full of shock and shame. But Zhalia shook her head. She wanted to get away. Away from everything. She turned around quickly and ran down the stairs.

"Zhalia, wait!" Dante jumped out of bed and moved to his trousers as fast as he could, then he followed her. Zhalia just wanted to go out of the house but Dante reached her and grabbed her arm. Zhalia turned around.

"Let me explain," said Dante and held her. Zhalia was trying to free herself.

"Explain? There is nothing to explain! You are fucking another woman, even though we wanted to get married tomorrow." she shouted at him.

"No. Yes." Dante didn't know what to say, he was so sorry for the whole situation and regretted his act, but that was no longer interesting for Zhalia. She shook her head.

"It's over." she said and tore herself away from him. She pulled the engagement ring off her finger and threw it to the ground, then she ran away with tears in her eyes. She wanted to get away from Dante and Venice as far as possible.

2 years and 6 months later

Dante stood in a room he didn't knew. It was big and cold. There weren't many things in the room. A bay that looked like a bed. A small bowl with water. In the corner there was a large pile of straw and the door was hung with a bed sheet. Next to him stood a dark figure. He could not recognize who it was. Everything was so blurry. He could only identify a little child. A little girl looking at him from behind the sheet. She had dark violet hair and a light skin. Her brown eyes seemed to look right through him. The dark figure next to him went to the child and accompanied her out. Dante was alone. Again.

Dante suddenly opened his eyes. Completely drenched in sweat, he straightened up. He ran through his reddish-brown hair and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had this dream for more than 3 weeks. At the beginning he had only seen the child and how it was looking at him. But now more and more things appeared in the dream. But every night he saw this little girl. As she looked at him. She looked so innocent. Dante finally wanted to know what that dream meant. He got up and went into the bathroom. He undressed and got into the shower. Again and again he had to think about the girl. She had him hooked. She chased him. When he had finished showering, he went into the kitchen and made himself a coffee. On the counter beside the coffee machine was a picture of him and Zhalia. He took it in hand. It was now past 2 years and 6 months after Zhalia had left him. He still regretted what he had done to her. He still loved her. Dante had not seen her since their dispute and never again heard anything about her. He put the photo back and poured the coffee into his cup. He went into the living room and sat on the couch. Dante was no longer the same since he had cheated Zhalia. After Zhalia had solved the engagement he began to weaken. His concentration diminished. The Foundation quickly realized this and gave him less and less missions. Lok and Sophie were still holding him, although they were very rude for his act stupid. Nevertheless, they were his friends and did not let him fall. Dante took a sip of his coffee when suddenly the doorbell rang. He wondered who was visit him at this time. Dante stood up and opened the door. To his great joy Metz stood before him.

"Metz, what are you doing here?" asked Dante pleased.

"Hello Dante. Can I come in, please?"

"Of course." he said and let his old friend and mentor in. "Would you like some tea or coffee?"

"No thanks. I need to talk to you." Metz said and sat down on the sofa.

"What is it?" Dante sat down, too.

"I have a mission for you." announced Metz.

"A mission?"

"Hmm ... Go to Ethiopia and protect the stone from Amsar."

"The stone of what?" asked Dante and took a sip of his coffee.

"In Ethiopia lives a small nation." Metz began, "This nation owns a precious treasure. The stone of Amsar. We heard rumors that the stone is threatened. The blood spiral is trying to get it. I want you, Sophie and Lok to protect the stone. "

Dante nodded. He was not sure if he was really able to protect the stone. Since Zhalia was gone his self-doubts have grown stronger. And then there was this dream that made him sorrowful. Metz looked at Dante. He eyed him from top to bottom. He looked bad. Sad, tired and confused.

"What's wrong with you Dante?" Metz asked after a while and leaned forward. Dante looked up at him and sighed.

"It is because of this dream." Dante replied.

"The dream about the little girl?"

"Yes. I have a feeling that she needs my help. It's like she tries to tell me something. But I don't know what." Dante said and sighed again. Metz frowned.

"I just think that you are restless. Since Zhalia left you were on no mission and are just hiding in your house." Metz stood up and walked to the door.

"So, do you accept the mission or do you accept the mission? You have no choice anyway, because I'll force you to this mission. So?" Metz was waiting for Dante's answer, but Dante was quiet. "Well, then the hard way." Metz said and opened the door, "Today at 16 o'clock your flight goes to Ethiopia. Be on time or I'll pick you up personally!" With these words Metz went out of the house and left Dante. He stood up unwilling and went into his bedroom. He had to pack.

6 hours later

Dante was at the terminal and waited for Lok and Sophie. He was wearing his typical brown coat and his green sunglasses. He had his backpack over one shoulder and looked to the ground. Dante did not want this mission. He did not want to be professional. He did not converse with locals and have a good mood. He would much prefer to continue hiding in his house and would only go out for shopping. But unfortunately he was forced to. He heard Lok and Sophie ran to him. Sophie had two suitcase. Lok was in front of her. He had only a suitcase and wearing his blue jeans and white shirt.

"Hey Dante." He shouted at him and raised his hand. Dante raised his hand, too. The two stopped before him. They had become something taller. Lok had already been far more muscle than he did two years ago. Sophie looked much more feminine. She doesn't wore skirts instead an elegant jeans and a beige blouse. Sophie puts the suitcases down and hugged Dante.

"Hello Dante. How are you? "She asked.

"Pretty good so far." Said Dante with an expressionless glance. Lok and Sophie had noticed for some time that Dante was not the same. He hardly laughed, was frequently on the sofa and tried to be as little as possible to come among people. They were happy that Metz had forced Dante to this mission.

"When is our flight?" Asked Lok and looked at Sophie.

"In 10 minutes." She said as she looked at the clock, "We should hurry." Lok and Dante nodded. Sophie took her suitcases and went along with her friends on the way to the plane.

2 hours later

Lok and Sophie sat behind Dante. Lok was asleep after the start. Sophie had taken the opportunity to find something out about the stone of Amsar. She often looked up from her book and noticed that Dante was restless. Again and again he shifted in his seat back and forth. Sophie decided to talk to him. She stood up and sat next to Dante. He looked at her confused.

"What's wrong with you Dante?" Sophie asked as she looked at him. He seemed tired and thoughtful.

"Nothing should be what?" Said Dante scarce. He did not tell Sophie about the dream. Only Metz knew of it until now and it should remain so.

"Not lie to me. I notice that something is wrong. " said Sophie and looked at him.

"There is nothing Sophie." Dante said a little louder and angrier. "And if you do not mind, I would now like to sleep a little. Thank you. "He turned around and closed his eyes.

"Whatever." Said Sophie, and went back to her old place.

5 hours later

After a very long flight and a tiring journey through half of Ethiopia Dante, Lok and Sophie had arrived in the small town. There were not many people and therefore little houses. They were built of clay and wood, in front of the doors and windows were old blankets. It looked very run down. The three could not believe that in a place like this there should be a particularly artifact. Lok and Sophie looked shocked at each other.

"I think we are wrong here." Lok said and looked around. Sophie also had the feeling of not being in the right place. Dante looked at them.

"Now you have not. Here almost all the places look like this. "He said and turned back. He slowly walked forward, when he noticed that someone came running towards them. It was an elderly man he was in a crouched position and had grayish hair. His clothing consisted of old towels and blankets. He stood in front of Dante and smiled at him. He was at least a head shorter than Dante.

"Hello. How can I help you? "He asked kindly.

"Hello. My name is Dante Vale and these are my friends Sophie and Casterwill Lok Lambert." Dante introduced his friends. "We have been sent here by the Foundation to protect the stone of Amsar" Dante said and noticed that the glance of the man had changed. He was unsettled, even become fearful.

"I will announce their arrival. Please wait here. "Said the old man and disappeared. Dante turned around and looked questioningly at Lok and Sophie. The two just shrugged their shoulders.

It took less than ten minutes to the old man came back. He remained standing completely out of breath before Dante. He looked at him expectantly.

"I just regret that announce," he took a deep breath, "but you are arrested."

Lightning quick guards with sharp weapons came running up to the team and held them tight. Dante, Lok and Sophie look at the man with a questioning look. The residents had already been erected around them and kept them from running away.

"Let me go," said Sophie, trying to break free, but without success. Lok and Dante also tried to free themself unsuccessfully from the grip of the guards.

"What is this? Why did you arrest us. "Dante asked angrily. They wanted nothing evil. They wanted to help these people.

"Because ...", began the old man, but was interrupted by someone else.

"Because it's our job, to protect the stone of thieves and protect against the blood spiral." A voice sounded out from the crowd. Dante's eyes widened as it sounded. This voice was so familiar, like no other. He glanced in the direction from which it came. People have already made space for the person to whom this voice belonged. And then what Dante saw let his blood run cold.

"That's impossible." Dante said quietly. Even Lok and Sophie could not believe their eyes.

"Hello Dante." said the person with a devilish smile.

Zhalia.

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