All Chapters of The Warrior Legend: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

 return to my room completely sweaty and exhausted from training. I walk comfortably into the bathroom and let water run into my tub. I am about to open the letter that is on my wooden table when I notice a vase on the windowsill with a single flower in it.Who brought it to me? Is it dangerous? You can't trust anyone at the moment. A flower of death can emerge from a flower and I could fall over on the spot. Normally I should have it tested, but since I can't die anyway, I walk to the windowsill with a wrinkle on my forehead.I have never seen such a flower in all of my two hundred years. It is as blood red as the grass on our earth. The green rod that lifts its head has a couple of pointed, black spikes on it. The flower is five-fold and has many red stamens. Amazed by the beauty and the sweet, delicate smell of the flower, I only notice later that it is moving. The head of the flower wobbles and gets faster and faster. I immediately realize who has a hand in th

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

 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

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