LOGINMy feet creep through the crimson grass while my hands carefully clasp my sword and my eyes look all around. I feel free now, but now I am outlawed. At home I was the hunter and out here in the wild, I am the victim. The victim who could be attacked at any moment. But it feels a thousand times better than being locked in a cage. I would rather fight and die out here in the wilderness for my freedom than in a war for a king I don't even stand up for.
It's night and the rustling of the trees makes me nervous. It rained yesterday, which is why the grass looks pungent red even in the dark. But I don't have time to admire nature, especially when I feel watched. I feel the presence of the fables. I feel their cravings for me. Which do you prefer more, my blood or my flesh? I laugh quietly to myself and have the feeling that I am slowly going crazy. I notice how the red eyes are getting more and more around me. When will they attack? Who am I dealing with? If I'm lucky, it's just a hungry Klushund, but if bad luck haunts me, then it could be werewolves too. While Klushunde are just annoying street dogs, I have a harder time with a werewolf. They are big, have cheeky mouths, and kill excruciatingly.
It feels like hours have passed, but I still haven't been attacked. So I keep stamping through the red grass that is getting higher and higher. My eyelids are getting heavier. I realize I need sleep as the moons have passed twice since I've been out. Fortunately, I found juicy berries to eat during the day, so I just suffer from lack of sleep. But where should I sleep? And how? If I stop, they will eat me.
I'm getting slower and slower. I have doubts as to whether I will ever reach a goal. But what goal? I don't even have that! Naive and without a plan, I ran away without thinking about what to do in situations like this. My throat is dry and my tongue feels like cotton wool. I need at least a break.
So I just risk it and stop and the game begins immediately. As I quickly drink from my bag, I hear growls around me. And the first comes out.
I am probably haunted by misfortune because a werewolf is standing in front of me. I immediately grab my sword and stand in front of him aggressively. It looks into my eyes, baring its teeth and growling. His dirty fur is disheveled, his figure tall and his vomiting smell bad.
“Hungry?” I ask him provocatively.
If it were a normal wolf, it would not understand me. But werewolves are one of the fables and so he can communicate with me.
"So you're going for it too?" It asks aggressively and a growl comes out of its throat.
I can already feel the adrenaline flowing through my body and know that it will jump up any moment. And then the time has come, he is already leaning on his two back legs. But before it jumps off, a bright light suddenly appears and illuminates everything around us. The light shines as brightly as the sun. Startled, I put my hands on my eyes so as not to go blind. From the side I hear a tortured squeak and realize that the werewolf has fled.
What can it be that even the werewolf escapes? I've never heard of anything like this! A light that suddenly appears in the middle of the forest? I'm not sure whether I should turn around and run away, or rush into the new adventure. And as the light gets smaller and smaller and finally goes out, I decide to approach the little light.
I hide behind a tree and see a figure lying on the ground. It is not an animal or a fable, I realize that immediately. It is only the fourth time I look that I recognize the shape of a woman.
Exactly two hundred years ago this world looked different. People were grateful to nature, but were still threatened with extinction. There were more fables and animals in the world than humans. I still remember exactly how dangerous it was to live as a person in those times. Very rarely, and if so, then with great effort and good luck, a person lived until he discovered a white hair on his head. I just grew up when the person in me died.I had a family, six siblings, three of whom died in childbirth. I was the eldest son in the family, so I was responsible for my younger siblings. We lived in a small village, fearful of a fable attack every day. Of course we knew how to protect ourselves, but we were weaker than these magical beings. They're big, way too strong, and scary, or at least they used to be to me.The village had around two hundred people, large families and a few animals for slaughter. Everyone knew everyone and we all helped each other out. From time
My eyes get wet and the temptation to just walk in that door to hug her is very great. But I pull myself together because they are right. If it's true, and it's not just some stupid dream of mine, then I might really die. So I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and turn away from them. I stand in front of the locked door and look at the handle. For the last time I turn to my parents and memorize the picture exactly."I'll see you," I say resolutely.I try to smile strongly, turn the handle and go blind by the bright, white light. Shortly after that, I lose consciousness.It seems to me that I am asleep. As if my body was sleeping, but my mind was wide awake. I can't open my eyes, but my other senses work great. Immediately I know that I am outdoors, as the air smells very fresh and sweet. Since the rustling of leaves can be heard, I can imagine I am in a forest or something like that. I can feel fresh, wet grass under my fingers. The earth still fe
My feet carry me somewhere. But where? Everything around me is black. My eyes seem to be blind, there is no difference if I keep my eyes closed or if they are open. The darkness is bothering me. I don't like it when I don't know where I'm going. I try hard to recognize something, but it is in vain. I don't see, hear or smell anything. Am I dead? Is that the path that leads me to death?Since I jumped into the picture, I've been walking around in this darkness. Running seems like an eternity to me. The fear of having to keep walking without ever reaching a destination grows. But what else can I do? Stop? No, so I keep walking, hoping that nothing will jump on me from the side because I don't know where exactly I am.But when I suddenly see a small light in the distance, my feet start to run faster. Running evolves into jogging and jogging into running. The light gets bigger and bigger, and when I suddenly see two peopl
I put the painting on the floor so that I can watch it from above. It's hard to take your eyes off it, they stick to the picture, so to speak. But not only that doesn't make me look away, the picture surrounds a dangerous and at the same time an exciting atmosphere. It feels like a story is hiding behind the picture. Without thinking long, my fingers touch the red grass. I drive back in shock when I get a small electric shock. Confused, I touch it again, this time knowing not to flinch.I can easily feel how a pressure is released and my fingers slide into the picture. Completely perplexed, I find that my entire arm is gone. Am I dreaming? Have i lost my mind In fear I pull my arm out again and place it on my chest. I look at the mysterious picture full of questions.That can not be! This is not possible! I probably just fooled myself. But no damn it, my whole arm was in it. What should I do? Tell my uncle about it? He would mark me as crazy again. Damn! I get up with
As I predicted, my uncle hides in his and I in my room. We lick our wounds and try to calm down. I don't know what he's doing. He may be lying in bed watching TV or sleeping. Personally, I've been standing in front of the broken wall mirror in the bathroom since we arrived.I didn't take off my white dress or my shoes. I just stand there and look at my swollen cheeks and my gray-green eyes. It's quiet and I've made up my mind to finally digest the death of my parents. To digest properly. I'm tired of thinking about what life would be with them every day. I have to accept what is. I have to accept the truth that you can never come back. I'm slowly starting to worry about myself. I have to focus on myself and I have to get my life under control again.But today I still allowed myself to mourn, only today on the day of her death. From tomorrow on I finally have to pull myself together and change something about myself. I need to get confident and strong again. I know it c
The egg cannot be found, only by its chosen warrior,” he explains."So that's it. And you? Don't you have anything better to do? For example, reading your magic books and memorizing a few sayings instead of coming to me, even though you could have just written a letter? ”I ask.There must be a reason Garun is here. He's just as careful as I avoid him. So what else is there that he's hiding?"The egg will soon open ashram," he says seriously.“Only when there is war,” I say and want to get up because I can no longer control myself to be in the same room as him."Can't you see that?" He asks, getting louder and more excited.“It started a long time ago. King Lennard has so many evil forces at his side, he will stand against us and there will be a lot of blood, ”Garun says with a nervous expression."And if we do, we're stronger," I say confidently and turn around."Is that us?" He asks and his