Avrebbe potuto essere una giornata come tante, se non per una strana luce dai toni scuri, filtrata dalle tende a righe della cucina. Lola, Francis e Tiff, fanno colazione insieme, come avrebbero fatto qualsiasi altra mattina. Ma c'รจ qualcosa di tetro e inquietante.
Ela entra in cucina, l'espressione leggermente sollevata alla vista di tutte le funkfunk riunite in una stanza. "Ragazze, vi devo parlare." Lola alza lo sguardo, se lo sentiva, sapeva che qualcosa would happen. She only hoped it was not as serious as feared. Ela sits at the table, serious and firm.
"Cotlet called me. The vision has been confirmed. They're coming." The funkfunk heave. Cotlet, the older sister of Ella, her premonitions do no wrong. Undeniably, the fear has seized a brick and looks like the pit of my stomach pain. But do not look down, they never will. Funklandia only has them. Francis
you courage, want to learn more. They would have to move, the county was fairly relaxed funklandese to request their protection sudden, you had to schedule it. "Where are such beings and above all it is?"
"Cotlet failed to see it, only that they are invincible creatures and legendary strength. Now is coming up with our own. We will not be many, but we must prepare. We must prepare to fight to the last drop of blood! "
The clash would take place on the outskirts funklandese, near the river, where their odors would be mixed together with those of the moss. They were there, Funkfunk, ready, with fists and looked toward the horizon. Cotlet precedes a few steps, his eyes closed to predict the point of attack of the enemy. Behind her Ella, Lola, Francis and Tiff. Fine, strong, his hair blowing in the wind .
"They're coming, be ready!" Cotlet opens his eyes, with an open hand indicates a point of clearing. The Funkfunk were prepared each in its position of attack, the wind never stops blowing in the opposite. They look at each other, they know that they will defend at all costs. You can not read fear in their eyes, but only awareness, only daring. Distract attention from themselves and direct it toward the horizon, toward their enemy, the enemy of Funklandia.
While waiting for the attack of the creatures suddenly start singing crickets. Their sound is becoming stronger and more insistent. Lola realizes it. It is desolate, his phone had started ringing at that time. "Sorry girls, sorry, now I see who is ...". Extracts the phone from the pockets of jeans and the display reads "wake up" around so many bells.
"Girls, do not believe it I dreamed that we were vampires. Funklandia had to protect. There was also Cotlet. We were the beautiful vampire, stronger and with her hair blowing in the wind."
"Yeah, instead of Twilight , we Funklight! "
Lola :-)
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