Powerschool9




Chapter 9: Benny




Skirt. A small village in the middle of Schattental. It lay at the foot of a steep mountain and was completely isolated from the outside world. As long as the villagers could remember, everything was always peaceful and beautiful. The farmers and traders had made a decent livelihood and lived in abundance. Nobody would have believed that one day a stranger would come, because the valley in which they lived was bordered by huge, almost insurmountable mountain ranges. In fact, they themselves had forgotten how they once got here. The village was also on a river that was named Mad. Many years ago the Rocks had lived on the mountain under which they lived. Giant birds of prey that stole sheep and cattle from the farmers' meadows and then devoured them. The village got its name from these mighty animals.




It was on a sunny morning in the tavern in the village when a hooded stranger stepped through the door and sucked in the musty atmosphere through his big nose.He had dark, long, disheveled hair and hid it under a black hood. His coat was wrapped tightly around him, as if he were not used to the fresh wind in this area. He was the only customer because it was still early in the day, but later the booth at the regulars' table would be jam-packed. The landlord greeted the black man and watched him every step of the way. Everyone here was suspicious of travelers. You never know who is standing in front of you, thought the landlord cautiously, and his gaze a lot on the wanderer's sword, half hidden by the cloak. The innkeeper looked deep into his eyes and then asked, mumbling: "You are not planning to use that?" He pointed to the weapon and waited for an answer. The dark eyes of his counterpart flashed and he grinned: "Not yet! Only if you fulfill my two wishes!" He sauntered to a sitting area and sat down. The innkeeper asked in astonishment: “And what about?” The stranger smiled again and then said: “Firstly, beer and secondly, bed!I hope you still have a room available? "" Enough! "Replied the man behind the counter and wiped a beer mug with a rag." It's just, "he continued," that all the rooms are still free and I have to live too! "" Miser! "Snapped the other and threw him a small leather bag with coins. The landlord caught him cleverly, grinned and then threw in:" You understand, boss! By the way, my name is Simon Krummbach! "" Call me Destin! I come from far and wide and expect good cuisine! So get to work! "Destin was about 30 years old and had become a very tall lad since he last met the magician named Benedikt. Actually, they would be dead, but thanks to the water of life, they were raised again. A healer named Albert had saved him. He carried this wonderful water around with him.


Now the landlord came up and placed a large mug in front of Destin. The barley drink foamed stimulatingly and he took a deep drag.Suddenly the landlord asked: "Where are you from, I've never seen you here before?" "From an island in the east! What time is it?" "Noon!" said the landlord, staring out the window. He looked at the sundial that was built on the church wall of the village church. "Forget about the bed! I'm already late anyway. The rest of the money is for you!" Startled, he sat up and finished the beer. He gave the mug to the landlord, who casually placed it on the counter and then continued to ask questions: "Where are you going?" was his straightforward answer and when he was almost outside he turned around and wanted to know if he knew where the Farnbauers lived. "Blossom Path 8!" said the landlord, shrugging his shoulders when Destin disappeared down the dusty road. "There are strange people!" he huffed, wiped the sweat from his forehead and dried his hands on the apron he had put on.Then he sat down on a chair and leaned back, relaxed. Later he wanted to get a refreshing beer.




Destin walked through a small alley, north of the main road, which led directly through the village. There were no carts or carriages on the roads and neither were people. They must all be asleep at this time of day. The houses were close together and were kept rather simple. All of them were adobe buildings with small, round windows and they were all united with a basement corridor. Destin stopped after the sign: Blossom Path 8; out. But as far as he went, he couldn't find a flower path. Finally he reached for the alternative and knocked on people's front doors and asked them where the flower path was. Now pointed him to the north end of the village. It had to be the village corner of the rich, because there were splendid rose gardens laid out here. The path was paved with cobblestone and the houses had a second floor.They were no longer mud houses but brick booths.


It was already afternoon and the signpost was still not visible. Someone's playing a trick on me, thought Destin, looking for a ruse. After a few minutes he heard voices and recognized two boys coming up Bühl. One was slim and had red hair, while the other was fat and had blond, shaggy hair. The fat man was Ede Wirsing and wore a dark green waistcoat with brown dungarees and a white blouse. The redhead had lots of freckles and was called Kurt Wirsing. He was also wearing brown dungarees and a white blouse. He had left the vest at home. The strange thing about them was that no one was wearing shoes. They were walking around barefoot. Around here they were known as rascals. They were the host's children and always on the move. They'd built a raft the other day and sailed around on the Mad. Most of the time, they hung out with boyfriend Benno Farnbauer.Destin hid behind a strip of hedge and overheard them.


"Come on, let's go to Benno and ask him if he comes to play pirates with us!" said Kurt and giggled. "Exactly, then we can teach him to swim right away!" Ede teased with amusement and began to play Benno by crossing his arms over his chest and moaning loudly: “But I can't swim yet!” Then they snorted and held their bellies.


Only when they had disappeared around a corner could Destin venture out of his hiding place. Benno is still so small and hangs out with these babies? They're only at least 8 years old! But Benedict said yes to me, bring me the young fern farmer, he will play an important role for us and the future of the world!




It was in the middle of the night when Destin ventured out of his room at the inn. After the bankruptcy with Benno, he had a room reserved.He had also borrowed the room key from two other rooms, since his friends are expected to arrive the next morning and they would then be pretty exhausted. He trudged cautiously down the stairs into the room and heard the babble of voices and the smoky stench of cigarettes from afar. The landlord had his hands full and scurried through the crowd with his two sons. Songs and toasts reached Destin 's ear. At the end of the stairs, the hiker let his gaze wander over the people. He saw Benno sitting at a round table with his likely parents. The child had thick, red cheeks and curly dark brown hair. It was even younger than Simon's children. What frightened Destin the most was that he and his family were dwarves. Benno wasn't younger, just shorter because he was a dwarf. At their table there was also a dark-skinned boy who was about 14 years old. He had short, black hair and a small braid.Who could that be? Destin went over to an empty table so as not to attract attention. Young Ede came over immediately and asked Destin what he would like for dinner. "A yeast-wheat and bread dumplings!" "I'm sorry," said the boy, almost tearfully, "We don't have bread dumplings any more!" "Then just a sausage sandwich!" Destin replied, waving his hand. "Come immediately!" the boy said kindly and then disappeared into the kitchen. Destin heard him call to the cook: "A Wuschtbrot!" "Hamme kens more!" came a voice from the canteen. “There's only bread dumplings left!” When Destin heard this, he sighed and shook his head. What kind of work children can do. Again he let his gaze wander and this time looked at the larger of the fern farmer children. His gaze went to another seat on which a sinister figure had taken place. Her cloak was torn and her face strangely mistreated. It was a vampire who traveled incognito.He also looked at the boy. Both knew who they were looking at.


Suddenly the boy got up. His mother held him by the sleeve and snapped at him: "Johannes, my son, would you stay seated until we have finished eating!" The 14 year old looked down at the old, small, bitter woman who was pretending to be his mother and answered in a stubborn tone: "I have to and never call myself son again, you know that you had adopted me!" Destin became clairaudient and began to listen harder, but no more words followed and Johannes disappeared outside into the cold night air.




It was shortly before the onset of winter and the North Star was clearly visible in the firmament that it seemed to be a cloudless night. The streets were in the shadows of the houses and the moon rose. Its silvery glow was reflected in the Mad, which gurgled happily to itself. John loved this river more than anything.The rush of the water would always stay in his memory, no matter how old he got. Even if he were far away from here, he could always remember the beautiful, special evenings with Sara in this place. The crickets chirped in the grass that grew on the river bank and the mood for another meeting with her would be perfect. But unfortunately nothing could be perfect. A tear ran down his cheek and closed his eyes. Fern leg, she had taken from him. He had been the hooded vampire in the inn. It had happened in the middle of the night, he and Sara had been camping here, at this point. This place was a sandy spot on the Mad and Rings overgrown with bushes and herbs. Even bamboo grew