(Burnin- you can already see it in the headline!)


She looked so calm you could think she was just sleeping soundly ... but I knew better: she would never wake up again. Never give me her sun-like smile again.
Carefully I brushed one of the auburn curls off the face of the fragile-looking woman who lay laid out in front of me in a simple boat and wore this angelic sky-blue dress that I loved so much.
Now, in the end, no one should get them. So fate had decided.
Only now did I notice the firm hand that was holding my left shoulder, which was covered with a deep black coat.
When I looked up at the figure behind me, I met the warm brown eyes that were now so filled with sadness.
I slowly straightened up from my kneeling position. Actually, I wanted to say something to the King of Vehuiah, who was also completely dressed in black, I wanted to give him consolation for the loss of his daughter, who had also been my fiancée for some time, but the tight knot that had gotten stuck in my throat knew to prevent it.So I just stared helplessly at him out of my ruby-colored eyes.
Without a word the king bowed his head and turned to go. And I stood there like an abandoned child who had lost its mother. What irony: because I really didn't have a mother. My father Jadil, ruler of Lazaroun, had never told me about her.
But right now I was quite grateful to him for that ... one less person to lose ... if she wasn't already dead.
The father of my late lover lined up with the other mourners and found a seat next to my father. All eyes were on me, which sent frosty, sweet shivers down my spine.
With a heavy heart I turned back to the beating angel to bend over her, to caress her cheek tenderly, to seal her lips with mine. One last time ...
Then I let go of her so the undertaker could approach. The white priest of the dead held a burning torch in his hand, which he now sank down and lit the straw on which my fiancée was bedded.That was too much. It was said that one should not cry for the dead, as it would not allow them to rest, but I also burst into silent tears.
Together, the king of Vehuiah, her wife, trembling all over, my father and I pushed the boat into the open sea.
For a long time we watched the burning boat as it was pulled away from the sea.
Suddenly it started to rain. Since this morning the sky was covered with thick clouds that we were not surprised.
When it rained on the feast of the dead, the deceased did not like to leave.
The first guests went to it. They finally wanted to go to the castle because the cold was almost unbearable.
I was also sure that some of them had only come for the funeral meal.
At some point it was just me and my father.
An inner emptiness filled my soul and the cold seemed to want to freeze my feelings. What a sweet pain that was the only one who did not want to go ...
A throat clearing reached me, which I perceived as through a veil of trance.As I turned to the source, I saw two different colored eyes - one golden yellow, the other a blue-green, which, challenged me, glared.
My father was almost a head taller than me. His hair, unlike mine, was back length and roughly the color of the moon. They fell loosely in waves around his manly stature, around his pointed face. The tips were colored a wine red - I had never asked him why until now.
I knew what was coming. Before that there was no going back, even if I was in no condition to discuss it at the moment.
My father crossed his hands behind his back and came a little closer.
"What are you going to do now, Burnin?"
I heard exactly how the king tried to hide the natural arrogant tone of his voice in order to sound completely ignorant.
"I know all too well that I had a rival in Aeythien, the prince, who also asked for Jantisha's (his late fiancée) hand.But she decided for me and I doubt that the prince has so little honor in his body and that he commits such a disgusting murder because of being rejected "
My father shook his head in disbelief, which made me a little angry, but the next thing he said, and with such a mocking undertone, took it to extremes:
"Are you really that naive? Do you actually believe that every prince and king has honor? The seal of the murder weapon is clearly the coat of arms of the mansion of Aeythien! You should finally take reason and put your point of view of a beautiful, intact fairy tale world away! the death of your fairytale princess must have opened your eyes! "
What was it that made this man, who seemed so strange to me, talk so bitterly? So ... being hurtful? I knew that most of the time I only wanted to see the good in people because I was convinced that it was also present in everyone.
It hurt a lot to be dragged into reality so excruciatingly.Perhaps there was a reason for my beloved Jantisha's death. To open my eyes
I was unable to answer because I felt that hopeless emptiness inside me again ... As if a part had gone with her and would never return ...

So I followed my father back to our castle. There was the huge garden that stretched in front of the castle in which Jantisha had loved to be. Now the plants were wrapped in a frosty dew that pressed down leaves and flowers so that it looked as if they were all mourning with me.
I walked slowly over the wide, paved path that cut through the garden to the castle gate.
I still saw her jumping between the tall rose bushes, with her gazelle-like manner and in her sky-blue robe. She called me, very quietly. Called my name to follow her.
To follow...

That night, when nightmares kept me from falling asleep, I made a decision:Jantisha's death could not go unpunished! And if I had to go to war for it.
But I also got another one: I wanted to finally fulfill my duties as heir to the throne, to lay off the dreamer Burnin, for the warrior Burnin, whose heart should be colder than ice.
What did dreaming bring? I was solely responsible for Jantisha's death. As a future husband I should have protected my angel from the raging demons who did not grant us our happiness.
Where was I when she rode out into the forest to feed the forest animals with fruits, mostly chestnuts, because winter was already approaching!
It was absolutely my fault. And the price was the dark emptiness that wrapped around a heart, threatened to crush it.
To never feel the warmth of love again ...