He went back into the cave. The preparations had long been made and he was just waiting for the right moment. Chaska's lust for domination had completely eaten him up over time. Obsessed with the throne, only wanted one thing: overthrow the emperor. The cup in his hand cracked due to the tremendous pressure on his hand. As if awakened from a trance, he looked at him in surprise and drank the wine in one gulp. How good that did him.
Now that he was ready for anything, he would do anything to make his plan a reality. He put the mug down and his gaze fell next to him on the instrument with which he would soon take the first step towards power.
Contrary to expectations, the magic knife was anything but conspicuously decorated or artfully worked. The only thing that identified it as such was the little mark on the blade that allowed her to do more than just cut. The simple wooden handle was already slightly worn due to its frequent use and when Chaska took the knife in his hand, the handle almost snuggled into it.He held the knife in the air in front of his body with great concentration. His attention was turned inward and he started mumbling an incantation to himself. With quiet words he began to call out the magic of the knife and obey it. The murmuring turned into speaking, the speaking into screaming. The words came closer and closer together until they merged into a single hiss. The eerie sound stayed in the cave and seemed to ricochet off the walls and then shortly afterwards only to reinforce the hissed words of Chaska. He screeched out the last sentence in ecstatic need, then fell back into an exhausted posture. The last sibilants faded away and an unspeakable silence filled the cave. Chaska's field of vision darkened and he could only see the knife in his hands.
He stumbled slightly from side to side, drained from the incantation. Then, finally, the time had come. Chaska gathered all his strength again and stabbed.Nothing happened. He reached back and stabbed two more times. His angry scream echoed through the cave. Hell, what did he do wrong, where did he make the mistake? Desperate, he dropped the knife. Another incantation would be beyond his powers. He would have to wait again. Always wait. The madness showed in his mad eyes as he tried to keep his strength together. His senses slowly faded.
Then, suddenly, there was a loud noise, like a ripping cloth, and the air changed. Huge energies were concentrated in the small shed. Chaska had finally made it. He had torn a hole in the thin skin of the cosmos. This was the gateway to a completely different world, the gateway to his victory. He would fight the emperor by all means. Whether offensive or deceitful, it didn't matter. Always on target, he stumbled slowly through the portal and disappeared.Only a little fairy watched what was happening. She knew the danger of Nineveh if Chaska got hold of the objects of his desire. If he actually found the dragon and brought the pieces together, the end of peaceful times would be. Now you have to know that the little creatures like to help, but communicated through the different sounds that their wings could secrete. This kind of communication still posed great puzzles to the great wizards. Nobody had really succeeded in understanding so far. In spite of everything, the fairy set out to report to the emperor as best she could what she had seen here.


The journey through the hole turned out to be more painful than Chaska would like. He felt as if every cell in his body was rejecting the other. The pressure on his eyes made him go blind. Everything around him was black. His heart pounded in his chest as if there was no tomorrow and his bowels ached as if someone was digging through it with a stick.There was a pulling and tugging in all places and if it had lasted any longer, he would probably have been driven out of his mind by the pain. Fortunately, the hole spat him out just then. Incapacitated from the agony, he remained for a while in the dewy grass.
The cool water gave him relief. After a short time, his eyesight returned and his stomach settled. Very carefully, he turned on his side and curled up. It was just before sunrise. Dusk had not yet set in, but complete darkness had already begun to give way. The village of Konoha Gakure loomed before him.
A joy gripped him that made him forget any pain. Slowly he started to sit up and put away the last dizziness and insecurities. Here he couldn't hesitate, never let his attention wane. The way to the village turned out to be easier than he had hoped.As soon as the first houses came into view, the magician pushed himself into the dark corners and let his magic work. The light around him was literally drawn into the air around him and left behind for normal eyes only a complete darkness, like a black hole that Chaska hid in itself.
The guards continued to stare into the darkness as Chaska slipped past them unnoticed. He looked around and approached the largest of the houses. It was clearly visible in the middle of Konoha.
The head of the dragon sculpture was kept there. He gave the wearer cleverness that would turn any problem into a simple children's puzzle. In this way, the procurement of the other three parts was no longer an impossibility. The skull of the sculpture was the most important thing for him at the moment. He crept to the front door, mumbling a few unintelligible words and the door opened as if by magic. The low creak she uttered made Chaska look around restlessly, but he couldn't see anyone anywhere.He closed the entrance silently.
The hallways were dark and deserted. Chaska stepped in and the floorboards groaned softly as his weight pushed her down. The darkness was his friend, it snuggled up against him and hid him from possible prying eyes. He wandered the labyrinth of the hallways.
After an eternity, he thought he was lost, he reached the vaulted cellar and looked confused about the area. Chaska found herself in a circular room that revealed twenty doors. All the doors looked different. Some lavishly decorated with precious stones and covered with unusual carvings. Some were kept as simple as possible, namely a wooden board with a knob on the side. There were red doors, blue, green, and one yellow. Several were so big that even he could have walked straight through, others so small that they didn't even come down to his knees. He looked around nervously.Where should he start?
He didn't have time to look at each of these doors individually. Chaska followed up and was shocked to find that dusk would set in in a few minutes. He had to hurry, otherwise he would be discovered. Was it all in vain? Did he have to leave without having achieved anything? He started at the most inconspicuous door that seemed the least suitable for hiding such an important object. To his surprise, it opened as soon as he touched it. But as surprised as he was, he was also disappointed when he discovered that the room beyond was empty.
He turned to the next door, the red one. The sudden heat that hit him made him cringe. A protective spell, of course. How could he think it was going to be easy? The people here weren't as innocent as he'd thought. Chaska prepared to deactivate the spell and projected a water spell on the door.The wood was immediately soaked up with it and burst open. Chaska could see a small object behind the splintered remains. His heart jumped to be heavy as soon as he realized that it was an illusion spell. He could see the slight flicker in the air that the untrained eye would have missed.
Time was running out and he dared only one desperate last attempt. He stepped towards the lavishly decorated door that any layman would have tried to break first. His hand touched the gems, but nothing happened. Strange. Shouldn't there really be any wards here? Again he mumbled the words that should clear the entrance, but unlike the front door, it seemed to fight back. It creaked and groaned as if it was about to crash, but it held up. It seemed like she was a living being with a will of its own. Well, if it didn't want to work with conventional magic, he had to use the tangled arts of the left path, the path that drew its spell from evil.But if he couldn't get to his head in any other way, it had to be.
Chaska closed her eyes and started making strange strange noises. Cracking and hissing sounds filled the circular room as he cut the palm of his hand. His blood ran down his arm until it finally dripped towards the floor, but before it got there it disappeared instantly. Dark, black smoke rose from the floor and enveloped the bulky door in a sea of ​​billowing streaks. There was a low whirring sound and the smoke suddenly dissolved. What remained was a hole that had not only eaten its way through the door, but had also damaged the wall.
The room beyond was completely in the dark and as much as Chaska valued the darkness, now he needed light. He raised his other hand and created a ball of light. With quick steps he entered and saw the dragon head. No more flickering, no more protective magic. He was his.
The head gleamed in the dull black that a professional eye recognized as granite.He quickly grabbed his head and ran out of the building. Once outside, he was horrified to find that dusk had long since set in. The darkness could no longer protect him, make him curse. He carefully stowed the dragon head in his pocket and made his way to the loophole he had torn in the wall. The narrow streets of this city made it almost easy to get to the hatch even without your usual cover.
He turned a corner and found himself across from an astonished guard. Chaska could see the man's mind jumping around, but before he could decide how to get on with the enemy, Chaska struck. A bright flash hit the man and hurled him across the alley. The force of the impact forced all the air out of his lungs. His mouth opened in a silent scream. An ugly crack