Danke im Voraus
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EYES THAT HYPNOTIZE
Once upon a time a princess lived in a faraway country called Gandalfya. Her name was Alanis. She was a beautiful lady with long black hair, big, brown-green eyes and a small mouth. Her hands were soft and her skin had the delicate color of chocolate.
Every person in town, whether female or male, whether old or young, admired her looks and her strong personality. They thought the person their children should look up to was her.
Nobody knew the truth about her life. Her story was a long one and if the citizens of her father’s country knew about it, they would surely directly leave the place.
“Esmeralda, would you brush my hair, please?”
Esmeralda, her round shaped servant, beamed and said: “Of course, my love. You have wonderful hair. I consider myself lucky for your permission to see it and touch it.”
Alanis smiled. She was used to compliments as such. She never exclaimed her inner thoughts, though, because she knew she would be thought an arrogant rat. She was clever to hide her secrets, clever enough to hide what there was to hide and to show the world what she wanted to show- and only what she wanted to show.
“How are things between Mum and Dad…are they still fighting?” Alanis asked Esmeralda.
“I’m sorry to say, yes, my dear.” Esmeralda looked at Alanis in an apologetic way. Alanis was happy about her answer, and then again tried to hide her happiness. She kept her eyes opened, so as for them to start watering, and it worked.
“Don’t cry, my dear, everything will be alright…” Esmeralda said and put her arms around Alanis’ shoulders.
“Ahhh…Esmy, if people only knew how hard it is to be a princess…to live in this big castle, bearing everything without defending themselves…I hate it…” she shook her head. She knew that if she had told Esmeralda anything, she would be sent directly to execution. She could trust Esmeralda, but her darkest secrets were thought safest with her, and only with her…
“Thank you Esmeralda. I will get dressed for sleep now. Goodnight.”
Esmeralda bowed. “Goodnight, my love. Sleep tight and sweet dreams.”
After Esmeralda closed the door, Alanis felt a heavy stone in her chest. It was hard to realize that she was using Esmeralda for her dirty plans. It was easy to gain the trust of important people – for her. She could charm any man and impress any female. And this was one of the main reasons her naughty plans always succeed.
At times, she loathed herself for doing what she did, and then again she loathed herself for loathing herself in the first place. But a person who would be watching Alanis would never be able to guess her true emotions. She had an unbelievable control over herself. Even when an angry volcano of anger has its outbursts in her chest, she could have the warmest, most charming smile on her wonderful face.
Alanis locked the door and put off the blue dress she had been wearing all day. She took a blue jeans and a comfortable sweatshirt out of her closet and got dressed quickly. Then she went to the big painting of an exploding volcano and pushed it hard. Without making a sound, it pulled the stone behind it and gave free a toilet sized room. She found the read button quickly and pressed it. The painting started moving back to its original place and Alanis had to hurry to get out in time.
Back in her room, there was now a passageway instead of the closet. She made sure the room was locked and went into the secret passageway. There was another button in there. The pressed it and she knew that the door was sealing itself and the closet came back to its original place. The room looked exactly the way it did before she left it.
She had done this countless times. Nobody knew about the passageway…no one, except the person she was about to meet now.
Allgemein finde ich, dass englische Texte einen schöneren Klang haben, als deutsche und auch hier habe ich gleich eine "Lesemelodie" gefunden, wenn du verstehst, was ich meine 
