B1

I was standing in the middle of a large square as someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to find a middle-aged gentleman standing in front of me. He was clutching a black pointy umbrella under his left arm. He was also holding a newspaper in his left hand. His right arm and hand were outstretched and offered me a handshake; i gladly accepted it, and whilst shaking his hand i couldn't help but notice the pleasant scent that the man was spreading.

"I am John but you may call me otherwise," said the man. I smiled and nodded at this polite gesture. "Judging by your local clothes and the confidence in your steps i suspect you to be familiar around here?" to which i simply replied: "yes".
"Excellent!" the man exclaimed. "We shall walk together, next to each other so that our feet don't intermingle and you could point me the way. I am rather lost and in need of directions."

We strolled down the streets, the darkening sky above us heavily weighing down on my health. I coughed loudly, twice. "Dearest sir, it would really be of great help to achieve success at this pursuit if you would share the exact details of your destination with me," i carefully inquired. The man tugged his moustache and waved his hand in a general direction. "I need to find myself a large square, for i have been told by higher powers that my presence there will have great impact on the course of history." This deeply impressed me, and i led the good fellow to where he was needed.

There, he stood in the middle of the square, and waited. I held my distance Matters like these should not be meddled with.

A2

It's actually quite an eerie sight; the blank dark sky with stars everywhere, but big mr palefaced daddy was missing. Carr had been transgressing the borders of exuberance for the past hour, but now he was coming to his senses. He seemed high off joy.

I simply missed the moon, as if the gaping gap in my chest was now projected onto the sky. "You did see something fall down as well didn't you?" Carr asked. I slowly nodded. "Let's go and find out what it was. We'll take my motorcycle; it's really fast."

The wind was mercilessly cold. But that might just have been because i was flying across the motorway on the back of a bike without helmet. "We're nearly there," i shouted at the back of Carr's head. He tapped on the side of his helmet, indicating he couldn't hear me. I beat him on the top of his headgear and pointed; we were approaching a lake with faint light at the waterline. Carr injected an extra bit of fuel into the raging machine beneath us, and we sped forward towards our objective.

Moments later i found myself looking at the prettiest palest girl, with snow white hair and an arrow piercing her bleeding heart
I sat down next to her lifeless body in the sand, with Carr beside me. He let out a deep sigh. "Do you at times feel so happy and joyous with what you've done, only to have that feeling bludgeoned by regrets later on?" he asked me monotonously. The silver girl winked and smiled at me, slowly got up and limped back into the lake. I leaned back on my arms and stretched my legs. My fingers ran through the pearly sand. It felt good to be out here alone, at this hour, a big white moon illuminating the top of my head.
"No, not really."

A1

"Don't do it, we'll get into loads of trouble," i whispered sharply. Carr looked back, his face obscured by the darkness that ruled the scene. It was quiet outside. We were standing on our balcony which overlooked the city, a sight that id always particularly enjoyed during this time of the night.

"We won't, you're just being a dick."

I sighed. We both looked up at the sky and noticed how the clouds were driven apart by some higher power, or the wind. He winced, chuckled and went back inside. "About time mate," he said before he closed the door behind him. I looked back up again, hoping for the gaseous matter high above our heads to return to their protective position. The sky was naked, except for a huge moon shining down on the suburbs.

The opening door behind me told me that Carr had returned. He was now holding a huge longbow and a single thin arrow. His entire appearance was radiating with joy. He winked at me, firmly placed his feet on the floor and readied himself. I looked away. Then, a loud snap, and then nothing.

We both stared up at the sky. Carr was anxiously swaying back and forth. Then he pointed victoriously and grinned; my heart sank. The moon flickered and went black, and a tiny figure tumbled down from it. He had done it. Carr had shot down the moon.