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[Return] Chapter 01 Death Wolf

It was in the period between the autumn and winter. He was half a body's death on the stand at that time. He was a captain, one of the strongest cooling sea lions with blood. He had Booked a chimney, which had been the most dangerous mind. But then he had already lost everything, aud the sand dominant, not his books, his enemies, his so-called friend or a toy, who had built up.

He had many dreams. Most of them had his operation unit. It looks, he thought, as my life is finally ganes to end. Then I'll probably understand what is immortal.

Or what is inevitable. He thought.

The dark red sky was dark. The sun went down.

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happened a month.

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About About

The story I named [return] (- means the road lead to home, a way to return) should be a fanfic of Jack London's Seawolf, or, a fanfic of its German film, The Sea Wolf. That time I intent to write this down, for I did enjoy the first part of the film, and its second part sucks. I did expect a kind of end like it in Wolfsblut. In some part of my twist mind, Wolf Larsen and Wolfsblut  share the same soul.

So I began. And the story itself changed as I wrote. I spent 24 weeks in Germany, last year, and the things made me were packed into this story, too. When I wrote it, I use Der kleine Prinz as the skelet for the chapter 1 and Krabat for  the next chapter,usw. usw. At last it turned to be a original story whose main character named Wolf Larsen, no longer a fanfic. And it is dear to me now, although  my German is poor, for without it, I am less than I was.