All Chapters of Mythical Continent: The Search Begins: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As the city got closer, the houses became bigger and more stable. They weren't just meant to be a home now. It didn't take long and the facades were given an individual look. A kind of traffic jam symbol about the position of its residents in society. Depending on the thickness of the purse, different stones were used for decoration. Mainly merchants with their families lived here, but also craftsmen who did a profitable business with shoes, horseshoes or other everyday goods. The residents were mostly fine and the individual faces that occasionally appeared on the windows as they passed were not affected by concern.

The day would be fine. Not a single cloud was in the sky and when Azul stood on the jetty and waited for the boat that would transfer him to the galleon, he fell into unimagined farewell mourning. The city had been good to him and although he had only spent a little time in Dreiwasser, it came closer to the feeling of home than Saetung ever could. The local population fascinated him and not only because they saw him as more than the clumsy farmer's son. A tight-knit society that was open and friendly towards strangers. Prosperity had created a paradise that lived in harmony with the environment. The sea and the excessive amount of sun, the clouds mostly stayed on the fog mountain and rained out there, contributed thei

The next morning, Azul struggled out of the hammock in pain, which earned him a few mean sayings from the other squires. None of this could hurt him further, for the shameful certainty that every humiliating minute of the previous night had been under royal scrutiny had become unattainable anyway. He had received his first title with pride and the feeling of having disappointed the princess through the shame of yesterday's events and thus not actually doing justice to this honor, overlaid all the new adversities that were planned for him. It urged him to finally be able to leave this damn ship and to write a new chapter of their voyage with entering the Red Island, which in his imagination would be as pleasant as in Dreiwasser. 

Captain Polper's voice whipped instructions across the main deck and the unusual frenzy of the crew excited Jessica. The last few days the boredom had crept in more and more and the first tensions due to the cramped conditions built up between different groups of her retinue. Fighters who were condemned to wait and, in the absence of a challenge, diverted their energies towards allies, threatened to become a threat to internal cohesion. The approaching storm therefore also had its good side, since all the trivialities that increasingly caused trouble had to give way to force majeure. She retired to her cabin when the first wave hit the pride of the "Pride of Galatia" . She was overcome

Azul "Vanquisher of the direwolves" had finished his second fight successfully and although his opponent was lying dead in the dust of Askalan, there was no real feeling of triumph. There was nothing to gloss over. His survival was just a chain of fortunate circumstances, with his greatest pound clearly being the staff. Whatever the reason he was chosen to wield this powerful weapon, it could only be a mistake. His fighting skills were not only modest because of the lack of training. The weeks in the barracks of Saetung, but above all the lessons of von Tranje during the crossing, mercilessly demonstrated the lack of talent in warfare. For all eternity he would remain the peasant who had landed on the battlefields of