11/9/03
consider yourselves lucky! you are (almost) the first to read the first short chapter of my future bestseller ... (- '' '')
please write me what you think of it, what you liked and what you didn't like, and if I shouldn't maybe leave it ...
there is also a foreword that will clarify some things in advance, and in the course of the story I try to answer any questions that might arise. the next question is whether i'm successful with it. I just want to ask you to tell me whether you would buy a book that starts like this or not, VERY HONEST! assume that you would have to chop out your last twenty euros for it, with which you actually wanted to buy something else,
that you need ... now it looks completely different, right?

Her name was Orín
[that's only the working title ... if you know someone better, just bring it on! ]

Dust lay over the battlefield.
There was dust everywhere. Spun high in the air, churned by the feet and falling bodies of the fighting peoples.Colored the air gray and covered the dead and the living as a gray veil, a shroud for the undead.

Don't let me die

The air was hot, a mist stood over the ground, dust and smoke and screams, screams, screams. Sweat and blood and vomit, the smell of death. Everything was death.

She slipped on the trampled earth. Don't look down. If you slip on something, never look down. A lead weight was on her chest. She gasped heavily; her throat burned down to her stomach.
And therakcame closer.

Her heart pounded, fast and hard as a drum beat. She saw nothing except the sheep's face that came up to her, baring teeth, fangs, movements of gray bodies around her, close, but far away; heard only the screams, with deaf ears, and she backed away from those teeth, eyes that burn like green fire.

I do not wanna die.

The movements of therakwere unsteady, their bodies, their faces smeared with blood.Just like her.
The green eyes flickered.
Her hands tightened on the shaft of the spear.
TheRakbowed its head. Bloody horns aimed at her belly.
Her muscles tensed. Tensed to tear.
And theRakattacked.
She ducked. The tip of the spear pointed forward.
She opposed theRak.

It was just a thud. The crystal spearhead pierced the steel armor; struck the bone. Blood spurted. Her face.
She bounced back, ripping the weapon with all her might from her opponent's body. It hadn't been a clean push.
She aimed at the forehead of the dying man. Between the ram's horns.
Even in death therakbared bloody teeth.

Too bad for you that you ran out of a gun.

Dust settled over the dead woman.
She turned away.
Her victim's blood trickled down her cheeks.
She felt sick, an old friend.
Her eyes cleared.The gray waves around them became fighting beings again. She heard the screams, groans, the clank of weapons.
No time to dream.

I will not die.

She would live like every time. Your opponents would fall under your blade, woman or man. And she would live.

You will die!

She whirled around. The blade of her spear met resistance. Bounced off.
Her hands were numb.
She struck again. Once again, the troll's mail shirt offered no resistance.
The ax raised to strike, theNegektipped forward. She dodged. Dark blood spread under the wiry body. A sweet smell.
She didn't look. Never look.

Screams. Cries for help.

Help yourself.

Nearby, an elf fell under the fist axes of a second Negek. Almost gracefully he went to the ground.

She was breathing heavily, and started moving.

The troll slowly kicked him on the arm.
The elf's scream was drowned out in the raging battle.'You can't rely on anyone in a fight. You're alone in a fight. '

The Negek raised his fist.
Bones splintered.

'You have to remember that forever.'

The troll's arm dropped. His gaze went nowhere.
A spear stuck halfway up the shaft under the armpit.
She ripped the gun from his body. The troll shuddered. Blood oozed from his mouth and nose; gushed out from under his armpit, tracing red through the dust on his skin. He sank to his knees.
She struck him in the face with the spear.

"Orín ..." The elf was half straightened, a hand clutching the shattered arm.
“This is what it looks like when men fight.” She could almost not speak; her black eyes looked scornful.
He tried a contrite smile, his face full of blood and pain and horror. "Better help me."
"Help yourself."
His breath was panting; the green color of his skin was no longer visible under all the dirt and blood. "You're welcome!Orin! You're welcome!"
He sobbed.
“I can't.” She saw the flicker in his eyes. The fire of fear.
His body shook.
"You have to protect yourself- yourself."

'You're alone in a fight ...'

Dust spread over the floor. A gray shroud.

Dust and smoke colored the sky. Blood stained the floor. The smell of death hung in the air.

She was afraid.
Fear made dangerous.

'You must be more dangerous than a steppe fire.'

The battle raged around them. Misty figures wielding their ghost weapons, dull clinking of weapons, unreal screams, screams of fear, screams of death, cries of victory. It was all so far away.
Someone came up to them from a very long way away.
"Already prayed,Yura?"
A small, sinewy body; the head with the heavy horns seemed much too big. The eyes sparkled with a rush of blood. Therakwith the Si claws began to sneak around them in a circle.
She followed her with eyes. Her body ducked, tensed.Rakwere small but dangerous.
The sheep's snout grinned maliciously. The Si, the rings with the forged claws, were raised to strike, the tough body ready to jump.
Her hands gripped the spear tighter. Her breathing was calm now, she was calm, this calm that is ready for anything, the calm that comes after fear. She never took her eyes off the opponent.
They watched each other; waited for the first mistake.

The elf ducked. He was trembling like crazy.

'You can't rely on anyone in a fight.'

It was taut like a bowstring. Her muscles burned.

'Did you forget?'
Rei looks so stern when she says that. 'Have you really forgotten all of that?'

Therakmoved in a circle around them. Red drops marked their way.

'The Si are light, but they have a short range. What does that mean?'
'That I can't let an opponent with Si come near me. 'Orín leans on her spear as she drags down the hated sentence.She already knows that!
'Then why are you doing it anyway?'
'Because you're too fast!'
'No, you are too slow!'

Now i'm fast.

She attacked. The crystal point of the spear pointed at the enemy.

Rei throws herself to one side. The Si-claws fly towards her face.

She ducked, aimed at the stomach. A hand caught the spear, held it tight, it bounced back, only a finger's breadth in front of her eye deadly blades cut the air.

'You're doing it again! 'Rei mocks.
Orín enters. In the stomach. Rei lets go of the spear, astonishment on her face and her hands in front of her stomach.

She drew back, with all his strength and the end of the shaft of the spear therakhit her in front of the armored chest. Then she turned the spear over.

The spear pauses just in front of Rice's chest.
'Won.' Orín grins.

TheRakopened her eyes. The bone splintered with a crack.
With a jerk she tore the gun from the skull of the dead.

'Okay. I give up.Now put that thing away. 'Rei peered at the tip of the blade with mock fear.
'Do you dare to do that with me too? 'someone asks from behind. Orín shouldered the spear.
'Do you think so, don't you?'
Nduna makes a grimace somewhere between grinning and smiling contemptuously.
'Of course not.'
'You take that back.'
'Why? 'Nduna sticks out her tongue. Orín snorts and drops the spear to pounce on her. Of course she expected that.
“Girls, aren't you hungry?” Rei strips off the Si and puts it securely in the holster on the side of her pants.
'Always! ', snorts Nduna, completely absorbed in the task of keeping the writhing Orín on the ground. 'But first I'll finish the little show-off here!'
'Who is showing ?! 'Orín frees her wrists from Nduna's grip and turns onto her back to better defend herself.
Shaking her head, Rei turns her back on them and walks towards the camp.***

"Orin?"

Slowly the voice got through to her.

"Orín, calm down. It's over. They are withdrawing."

Arms that held her. She stopped fighting the grip. Reluctantly, the arms let go of her.
"What is ...?" Her voice sounded strange in her ears.
"You were completely beside you. I've never seen anything like it!" The worried eyes of her owner looked at her. He had to lift his head.

Next to me...?

She raised her hand, didn't look at her. She could hardly remember, only indistinct images; Blood, and anger ... and horrified eyes ... - she had killed ...
Blood in the mouth- yes ... intoxication ... she didn't know anything about it; only from hearsay.
Instantly she felt sick.
There was fear in their master's eyes. He was probably just wondering what kind of madwoman he had bought.
And Kar ...
She didn't have to look at him to feel his fear. He reeked of fear.

Yes, Kar, at some point you said you love me. That was before you saw me fight.It was completely different from before. At first she had fought near the walls - now she stood by the harbor wall, where the ships of the Viterian women swayed between the wrecks of the merchant ships. She didn't know what had happened in between, it was gone. Only the pictures were there, like paintings she had seen a long time ago. Images of death.
She tore her eyes away from her master's face, from the astonished, fearful expression. She didn't dare to look at the ground. Never look down
She looked at the sky. Clouds of smoke obscured the low-lying suns, two black, smoky red panes that glowed darkly in the haze. It was still burning somewhere.
The smoke smelled pungent. She