First encounter

"Herr Komandant! We are so far ready for the attack on the rebels! Shall we send the captain off?", Asked a subordinate, whereupon the commander confirmed this with a nod and said: "Send him off and bleu him that he must not allow himself to make mistakes! "The subordinate soldier set out to report to the captain .....
"Captain! Report me with orders from the commander! Operation - friend of the enemy - can begin. You shouldn't allow yourself to make any mistakes! ...", in the middle of the sentence the captain grabbed the soldier by the collar and pulled him very close approached himself and said: "You worm, do you say I would make mistakes ?!" He spat in his face! .....
"Take it easy, with the young horses, forgive me Crowle, I told him to tell you ....., you are always so spirited", grinned the commander.
He let go of the soldier who fell to the ground and ran away .....
Crowle looked after him condescendingly and mumbled to himself, it said "wretched pack" ... whereupon the commander contradicted him: "You too were once like this ..." - "Me ?!Like that ?! , No way! Please don't compare me to them! That would be an insult to their first captain. "
[...]The commandant's gaze changed, the corners of his mouth drooped, he had a very serious expression. : "Woe to you screw it up, if you do, death will bloom for you! I've worked too long on this plan, I want these rebels at all costs and be it that it costs your life!" The captain's head bowed, .. With that he expressed his understanding, for he had been prepared for his death a long time ... since he joined the St. Jilliens.

Crowle mounted his horse, the commander stood next to him and his last words before the mission were: "Commander, I will not disappoint you! It is also my goal to destroy the rebels! ... Los Bartholomeus!", He ordered his horse .
But he didn't get very far, because a young woman was standing at the main gate of the camp. She had long brown hair, deep green eyes and a red dress with a wide neckline.She had clasped her hands.
The captain stopped again, the woman took a few steps towards him .. her hands grabbed his leg, her nails clawed into the fabric, her mouth slowly opened, a few tones came out: "Don't go, me love you .. stay with me! ", her voice became stronger:" You don't want to throw everything we have built up ..!? ", he laughed and bent down to her and kissed her gently on the cheek. Crowle sat down properly on his horse again and replied: "Better keep me as a memory ... because you were just one of many for me, so nothing special, because I don't care about you!" While he said this he grinned at her an ..... then he gave his horse the signal to ride. Bartolomeus jumped out, because the kick was a bit strong, and rode off.
The woman stared after him with wide open eyes and tears, he just left her behind and did not turn around, but rode towards his goal.The captain rode his horse down a dry path; the grass was dry and the ground barren. Birds circled in the sky. He was alone on this street ...
Until he came to a small piece of forest, there were many green trees, no comparison to the first Landshaft ... they alternated like day and night.
Crowle went to a clearing in the direction and hedge, it was dark green and branches protruded. He leaned over this hedge and picked up an old brown sack and emptied it ... The sack contained rags and old, tattered clothes.
Crowle grabbed his shirt with his hands crossed and took it off, very sweaty. There was a large scar on his torso ... it protruded from the top left to the bottom right, the scar looked very old.
Then he slowly opened his zipper and pulled down his pants.
Dressed with almost nothing, he reached into the sack and took out an old pair of pants and a tattered top, with which he dressed ...In his new elevator he no longer looked like the first captain of the St. Jilliens, but like one of the citizens.
As soon as he looked now, he was going to the next town. and that was Jenajepa.
[...]Once there, he made his way to the town pub, went into it, sat down at the bar and ordered a drink.
Crowle kept looking at his watch and always turning hastily to look at the door as if waiting for something. Which he did, because he had agreed with his commanding officer that the soldiers of the St. Jilliens should storm the bar in the hope that some rebels would be gathered there ... but it was after the agreed time.
He had his third drink already and was getting grumpy ... when a hand tapped him on his shoulder. The hand belonged to a tall young man, around 20-25 years old, and he looked at Crowle in a very friendly manner. The man was so tall that Crowle had to look up at him, which he didn't like at all, because it didn't make him feel so overwhelmed ..."Where are you from? I've never seen you here before.", The stranger said to him, whereupon the captain opened his eyelids boredom, and then added his learned text: "I? I'm not from here, I'm traveling. ... ", he paused and whispered:" I'm looking for the rebels .. ". The young man was amazed because it was strictly forbidden to talk about the rebels, but through the gestures of courage the man knew that the newcomer was not afraid .... "I am Tales!" "Why are you looking for the rebels? What do you want from you?" - "I'm glad Tales, my name is Cr .. er Crys, I want to join you! I can no longer watch these bastards continue to torment the people! "Without even realizing it, Crowle stood in the middle of the bar. Tales grinned at him, walked over to him, grabbed his collar and pulled him out of the bar.
"You're a weird owl, so that you suddenly get up and yell around ... luckily there were no enemy soldiers present"[...]Crowle had a definite grin on his face: "Hostile?" - "Don't act like that ...", Tales reached into his pocket and took out a cloth, he used it to close "Crys" 'eyes, "Hey, what the hell is that?" - "Newbies are only allowed to see the way to the camp after an exam ..."
Tales took him by the hand and put him carefully on his horse, then he got on his mare Mala. The two rode off ... Tales had tied the reins of "Crys" horse to his saddle before they set off.

[...]The way to the rebel camp led through the forest and over some clearings ... Until they rested at a fir tree and Tales asked for "Crys". Then he brought Mala closer to the fir tree. It was a strange mark carved into the tree ... Tales put his hand on the symbol, it started to glow and a protal opened in the middle of the forest ... Crowle had removed his blindfold and was amazed: "This is magic !"-" Yes, surprised? So no soldier can find our hiding place. "They rode through the gate ...
On the other side there were many rebels, you could recognize them by the fact that they carried weapons with them despite the sword ban .....

Tales and Crowle were in the rebel camp ... The captain looked around carefully, there were more rebels than St. Jilliens suspected because there were more tents. You saw children playing, women washing clothes, young people training and men coming back with errands or taking care of their weapons ...
"... uhrer ...!" said Tales. "Crys" startled, he was torn from his thoughts ...
"What did you say? Sorry, I was in my thoughts." - "I said, I'll bring you to our top now, he will decide if you can stay ... But he has never sent a new one away ... oh yes, I still have to warn you, he doesn't have them all! ", after these words the rebel grinned. "Crys" just looked at him puzzled, but didn't go into the comment ...Both went to the leader of the rebels, he was a middle-aged urban man.
The captain and Tales entered the tent, the leader stood with his back to you ... then he began to speak: "Tales, you are back. I am glad, and as I see you are not alone ... who is he Young man with you? "-" Soul, this is Crys, he wants to help us against the St. Jilliens! I have not yet checked how well he can handle a weapon, but since he carries a sword, I think I that it won't be a problem. "-" Nice to meet you, my name is Crys Vandam, I want to join you! "
Soul turned slowly to look at the newcomer ...
Crowle looked deep into his eyes until he saw a girl in the corner of the tent ... His gaze fell on her, "Don't pay attention to her, she has no meaning for you!", Soul's voice sounded strong.
In order not to cause a stir, the captain obeyed the leader's orders ...An eerie silence fell over the room, Tales tried to drive it away: "And what do you think? He can stay, right?" Soul's gaze wandered, then he took a deep breath: "Of course, we have never closed our doors ,[...], he can help us to rebuild the village near Nimpfes! Get on your way right away ... ".
Crowle grinned at his success with the rebels.
Then they both left the tent, leaving the leader alone with the girl ...

In front of the tent, Crowle opened his big mouth: "That went really well! Or what do you mean, Tales?" He didn't answer, he looked silently to the tent of Soul ...
Crowle crossed his arms over his head and could not help it: "Hey, I'm talking to you! Haalllloooo, are you deaf?". Tales look distorted, he looked really upset, then he swayed his arm, grabbed "Crys" by the collar again and pulled him behind him, whereupon he protested loudly: "Hey, are you crazy ?! Let go of me !!!You're strangling me! "The rebel threw him on the ground in front of Bartholomeus:" Get on, you heard the order! "-" Please, thank you, you're welcome, you don't think much of politeness, do you? "
Crowle rose ... and they made their way to the village ...

So, that's it for the time being with the Legend of Paradiese, I hope you enjoyed it, I'm already working hard on the second cape of it, and I hope you stay true to me.
I would be very happy about clerks and advice.
I now say goodbye, and hope to see you again in chapter two,
your m-chu