Hello and welcome back to the third story of this series.
Your feedback was awesome and gave help for the continuation. Thanks a lot from the readers from the last two stories. I hope you will enjoy this story in the same way. Enjoy.
1. Presentiment of Danger
There stood a figure. Around him, it was dark and cold. Snow fell down. But the snow wasn't white. It was black. Flakes of ashes in dark clouds. Around him lights of fire like from far away.
She narrowed her eyes to see more details about the strange figure. But the person had turned his back to her. With hesitation, she came closer. Very slowly and carefully. When she had almost reached the figure, she reached out her hoof.
Suddenly, the figure spread its wings. The bird grew bigger. His feathers looked burned like after a firewall had hit him.
The woman winced and fell back. The eyes of the bird glowed like fire. He started to fly; his long tail feathers swung in shreds.
The woman stopped breathing when the bird formed to a peacock.
"Who is that?" She asked in her mind.
Shen, is that you… or anybody else?
The flying burned peacock caught her glance and swooped down on her with a loud peacock cry.
With shock, she opened her fear filled eyes. Quickly, the old goat sat up in her bed.
Was that a dream?
With trembling hooves, she palpated the blanket.
No, she didn't live in a dream. But the pictures before had been a dream. A nightmare.
"Grand aunt?" a man's voice asked. "Everything okay?"
A little sheep in a dark violet pajama robe came into her room and looked at her with worried eyes.
"No, Ling. It was just…" She looked around. Everything was like before she had fallen to sleep.
"Just what?" Her grandnephew asked.
The soothsayer sighed in relief.
It was just a dream. Just a dream.
"Nothing," she said. "Go back to bed. It has been just the meal from the dinner."
Ling inclined his head, but then he shrugged. "Well then, good night."
"Good night."
He disappeared. She tried to sleep again, but she couldn't find peace. Finally, she stood up and walked to the window where she had a nice view over the roofs of Yin Yan City - the new home city of Lord Shen.
She closed her eyes. Again these pictures of the burned peacock.
No, it was a dream, it was just a dream.
You can read the German version of this story on fanfiktion . de; or the Spanish version on wattpad .com by wattpad user Dr_Psiquiatra.
I would also like to add that any kind of premonition or presentiment in these stories is not based on divination or messages from the universe. In general, animals have a keen sense of impending dangers, which are expressed here in the form of bad dreams and troubled feelings.