There was life in the square. People went and came and no one seemed to notice. The delicate figure in the shadow of the alley. She pulled her hood down over her face, even though the sun was shining turned and disappeared. She had to know her way around the city, as she walked safely through the winding streets. Her gaze wandered over the castle, which loomed over the town. Standing out from the rock, built in light-colored sandstone, it looked like a protective hand over the houses. Now the figure bent down and disappeared into a shaft. Carefully she closed the trap door again and only then pulled the hood off her face. The face of a young girl could be seen in the dull torchlight. Her skin was clear and pure, her hair black as night. She put the cloak in a hole in the wall and then walked quickly forward. The light barely reached from wall to wall, but not once did she stumble. And then another trap door appeared. Without hesitation, she pushed it open and found herself in a pantry. She pushed aside one of the shelves and came into her room. It was big and bright. There was richly decorated furniture in the room. The girl quickly took off her brown pants and yellow shirt. She pulled a dark blue dress from a box. She put it on and smoothed the velvety fabric. With another handle in the box, she produced a blue ribbon embroidered with pearls. She undid the ribbon that had held her hair together under the hood. Her black hair fell straight and silky to her waist. She quickly braided a small braid from the top hair, which she adorned with the ribbon. She went to the window and looked down at the little town. Then she recognized some men from the army on the wall. They drove their horses across town. The girl quickly turned and went into the corridors of the castle. Something must have happened.She pushed open the big door to the hall of the castle. At the same moment another door opened and seven men came from outside. Without paying any attention to anyone, the sturdy men walked towards the end of the room, where a table with chairs was raised. A man with gray hair was sitting next to it. His light armor shimmered in color through the light that shone through the beautiful lead windows. The girl went to the table behind the pillars and sat at it unobtrusively. The man's gaze fell on her: “Hanna, my daughter, what are you doing here?” Hanna smiled and said: “I want to know what is going on in our countries!” “I don't think that this should speak to a king's daughter. Our country is on the verge of a war and the stories are not about love and happiness ", the leader of the troop gave her an icy look, but Hanna stayed where she was. Now the leader turned to the king, but he only said: "If I would now say that she must go, she would get up and move away. But I want my daughter to be able to decide for herself. My people will later be hers, my countries Theirs. They should know what is happening to them! "Hanna stood up and stood next to her father. In the meantime an old man had come to the table. A smile flickered over his face when he saw the expression on the knight's face. His gaze then wandered to Hanna, who nodded slightly to him. "As you like," began the knight: "This morning we found a burned down tent village in the meadows in front of the Zergon forest. When we saw the smoke and rode closer, we realized that it had been attacked. Everything was destroyed, the earth black and littered with corpses. We searched the adjoining lands, but we found no one. "The room fell silent. "Almost every day I hear this terrible news, the Taahls are getting closer every day.", The king fell silent again."Who were the victims?", Hanna clenched her hands into fists. "The last time we saw the Fal De'reon tribe in this area," replied the man. An icy silence fell over the small group. Hanna noticed a shadow at the entrance and looked up cautiously. She did not recognize the face exactly, but she knew who was hidden in the shadow of the column. Her father took a deep breath and then said: "It's about time ... we've been waiting too long! Margal ...", his gaze wandered to the old man. He replied: "A sad day for the Rinh. The community of the great has not been called together for over a hundred years. I will prepare everything!", The old man Margal turned around and disappeared through a small door. "King! Let me summon the best warriors in the country for this task!", The knight spoke up again. "No!", Hanna sat up straight. The knight's look was angry on her. She looked at her father and waited until he gave her the floor. "It is the wrong time to pay attention to bravery and strength and to court one another! The country needs every single warrior with his strength to protect our kingdom from the imminent attacks of the Thaals. Somebody else has to go!", She looked at her father . With a sigh he let himself sink further into the chair. "You are too similar to your mother! Nothing can stop you! I am reluctant to let you go, my beloved daughter. But you are right. We need the knights here, you have permission to go!" The knight stood in front of the, somewhat confused King: "Don't you think that it is clearly too dangerous?" "No, I know my daughter very well!", He looked at her firmly.

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The girl screamed and tears ran down her cheek. A hand tore her hair roughly with a hand. They stood in front of a mountain range, it loomed steeply and menacingly, and dark billows of smoke rose up behind the sharp peaks.The Taahl who dragged the girl with her looked greedily at the young woman in front of him. "Take her to the fortress! .... But alive! I still have a lot to do with her!", The demoness gently stroked the girl's brown locks. Then suddenly she disappeared.
"Larana, back already?", A large demon stood in front of the white-haired woman. She looked at him coolly and ran past him. A smile formed on the winged demon's face. "What are you bringing us today?" He asked and ran after the beauty. "You would like to know. Wait!", They stood in front of a large door. Larana raised her hand and knocked. It seemed as if there was a huge hall behind the door, which the echo of the knock reached back to them. "Larana comes in! Hawk you wait! I want to speak to you later!", A deep, cold voice reached them. The demon with the white and black wings leaned against the wall and looked after Larana, who entered through the door. The white-haired woman walked across the hall to the large table and sat down. Opposite her sat Telgorth. His black armor gleamed in the red light of the fire. His long, bony fingers were coated in a pitch-like liquid and long, red claws protruded from the tips. A splendid, dark cloak was draped over his shoulders. His face was hidden by a helmet with the face of a dragon. His eyes glowed red and the skin around them seemed black like his hands. The temperature in the room dropped significantly, although at least four fires were burning. Another young woman sat next to Telgorth. She had short black hair and red leather wings. She smiled at Larana and bared two pointy canine teeth. Larana ran her tongue over her own sharp canine teeth and turned her gaze back to Telgorth.
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She ran lightly. A delicate figure in a light robe. She walked briskly through the sparse forest and jumped over the small streams. Although the soil is moist, it does not leave any traces in the earth. A clearing opened before her. In the middle of this stood a large archway made of white, yellowish marble. The polished stone flashed in the morning sunlight. There were houses behind the arch. They were made of the same stone, gleaming and finely decorated. Tendrils, flowers and mythical creatures were carved into the stone. The gardens in front of the houses were neat and neatly laid out. But the Elbin did not appreciate the beauty of the city, but still ran quickly and purposefully headed for the great palace. "Aaliyha, where are you in such a hurry?", A tall, slim Elbe came towards the blonde woman. "In Erlon's tower!" She said curtly and immediately disappeared through the white portal. Inside the palace, the sunlight shimmered brightly through the many large windows. Aaliyha climbed the large spiral staircase and opened the door into a large, bright room. She saw nothing and stepped blinded into the room. "Finally, where have you been?", Another Elf stood in front of Aaliyha. She just shook her head and ran to a fountain in the middle of the room. "What happened?", The short-haired one looked at the woman in front of her: "I received your call much too late!". Aaliyha stood in front of the fountain and closed her eyes. She began to speak softly. It was a kind of singing. Aaliyha felt like the other 5 elves in the room, also stood around the fountain and passed their thoughts over to Aaliyha. Slowly she sank into thick fog and looked out of different eyes…. she didn't like what she saw. She shuddered from the spell and dropped to her knees. It ran cold down her back several times and she was breathing heavily. The Elves in the room looked at her with concern. "We have to act, otherwise it will be too late!", Aaliyha said and got up. Silence she left the room and ran to her house. She just hoped it wasn't too late.

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Cursing softly, the brown-haired girl ran through the snow. "Always with me! Damn it. He would never have sent Larana or Rayha on such a mission!", Her curly hair fell into her face. She continued to struggle along the mountain path. Behind her came 3 Thaals heavily. "Master Majuri!" Shouted one of the Thaals and woke the demoness out of her thoughts! She turned and looked up in annoyance. The Thaal drew back and pointed to the sky. Majuri recognized a black bird in the gray clouds. A smile, cold and icy, appeared on her face! "About time!",