oh-so-long stretch, but he didn't really care, he didn't care about the food.


As if he lay down on a blanket and the fur without further words, and covered himself with the other makeshift.


He quickly fell into a dreamless sleep, after all his body healed his wounds relatively rarely conventionally, and the wild boar also wanted to be digested (although the hunger was still there).




Five hours later (if you had a watch there, you'd know it was around three in the morning, but magicians don't need such new-fangled gadgets)


The wind turned again and again blew the cold rain onto Karina's cross-legged legs, her arms, which were also crossed, and into her face.

Shortly after her young companion fell asleep, a cold rain had set in, cooling the air, and soaking her.


Son Goten were rudely maneuvered by Karina next to the campfire (should it be called Lean Fire? From Magical Fire), despite the injuries, the freezing rain, and their tugging around, he slept like a bear.


She had stretched a water-repellent oil cloth over him on four sticks and then sat down between him and the same, facing the fire.


The fire would dry her out quickly, but she was still awakened from the trance that was holding her back, at least to make a makeshift substitute for sleep and not to become too inattentive.


You hated this weather, you got sick very quickly from this cold rain.


It was already frozen through, it was almost as bad as in the desert, where the temperature differences were huge.


Sighing softly, she turned her head to Goten, it was only supposed to be a look to be on the safe side, but she got stuck on this cute, carefree face, how much she would like to sleep in, but first she had to reach the others.

Sometimes she wished that she hadn't opened up like so many others to fight the evils.


In the beginning she had traveled from her home country with dozens of other sorceresses, and had arrived there with probably hundreds of other heroes in the hunters' camp.


But after just a few days of fighting there were over many dead, most of them had still seen this as a local problem and had disappeared. (Or used that as an excuse)


More and more had died during the battles, but none of those who stayed who had spoken to Decard Cain after his liberation had left, there had been almost two dozen, but in Luth Golein and the surrounding area everyone was except her and the three others , died.


At that time she had made friends with many, but no one spoke of the dead, not even she.


Somehow she hoped this boy didn't know what it meant to lose a lot of friends, he had never talked about anything like that.

Although there was nothing on his face, she was sure that he was hiding a lot.


She didn't know what, but it was a mystery, one she liked very much, as she found, to her own surprise.


Karina felt a strange stab when he turned on his other side and all she could see was his hair, which didn't seem to follow any logical law.


Suddenly he spoke in a dream, it was again a soft, friendly, almost naive voice that said: "Thank you mom, that was very tasty, can I have more?"


She was surprised, he seemed to be longing for home, for his mother and something to eat, it hurt her heart that he had been on a diet for a while and wouldn't see his home either, forever maybe, when there was no way back


She didn't know her parents too well, to become a sorceress you were picked up when you were seven, but she only had fond memories of her parents and at first, well for almost three years, she was homesick.



About two hours later, Son Goten was rudely shaken awake by Karina. He got up without a word.


He remembered too well that there was nothing to eat.


He almost started to say that he could fly and therefore they could be there in five minutes, but she would have asked questions why he could, and at some point she would have noticed his fighting strength.


She would tell her comrades and what would they do?


Even she was sometimes afraid of what he was already like, a visitor from another world.


He didn't want to be alone in a world he didn't know.


While he was thinking this through, Karina packed all her things, prepared herself and shouldered the rucksack.


Just as she was about to go to the circle of flames, she seemed to think of something else.


She turned to Goten and said: "Sorry, I completely forgot that I wanted to take another look at your injuries.

Can you take off that suit and the tank? "


Son Goten did as he was told, stood up and took off everything except the boxer shorts.


Karina stepped up to him and unwrapped the various bruises and abrasions.


She was surprised, more than that, she was amazed that most of the bruises had become small and less intense she had expected, had not expected that most of them now looked almost harmless, whereas they looked as if they were during the initial treatment caused by a thorn thresher hitting it. (I know I'm exaggerating the sayajins' self-healing ability)


She did not expect such a quick healing, maybe, she tried to calm down, it is because he grew up differently.


But she didn't really believe in it.


Then she asked in a friendly manner, without the suspicion in her voice that slowly but surely crystallized: "Do you want me to make new bandages, will you put your suit back on?"

Son Goten replied sadly (because hungry): "I'll put it on again right away."


Just as he was about to take his suit and breastplate up and put them back on, the protective fire changed, it burned down in seconds, you couldn't see any burned or scorched spots.


While Goten put his armor back on, he came to the conclusion that if he put his hands on the floor there, he would not be able to detect any difference in heat.


After he was completely dressed, Karina says quietly but friendly: "This way."


And nothing more.




Goten remembered the next two days as almost the worst experience in this world.


His father and brother had told him that you didn't need anything to eat for days and still stayed strong.


It was true, his wounds were healing and he was not feeling any weaker, but he had always had at least three meals a day before, and so he was starving.

Terrible hunger.


Karina also fulfilled the other prediction, they only took one break for an hour so that Goten could sleep briefly and Karina meditate again.


He had no problem staying awake and the long walk.


Karina was surprised about this, but she had also seen his muscles, although they were not abnormally large, but clearly present, and concluded that he had trained a lot. (how right she is)




After almost two days they reached a larger hill, behind which, at a so-called waypoint, should be the meeting point.


She had said that her friends would come there from another waypoint.


He hadn't understood that, but he trusted that it was correct.


In the time they had wandered, they had both built a kind of friendship, they had spoken little, but when they did, it was about things that were important to them.


Both were friendly and trustworthy (sorceresses are actually always friendly, it says in the manual.And you know who Goten got it from.) Who the other liked.


As soon as they climbed the hill, Karina felt that large amounts of dark magic were being released there.


She was confused, because why should so many dark beings linger in one place, there must have been a hundred and fifty.


Then it fell like scales from her eyes, these beings had somehow discovered their meeting point, then they had come together here to attack their allies and them in a concentrated manner.


The space around the waypoints was always free of trees, an ideal place for an ambush.


She ran off and shouted frantically to Son Goten: "Come with me, I think my friends are fighting up there, if you want you can hide there in the one between the trees."


She pointed to a group of trees that were so close that they had grown together, but somehow they were so overgrown and almost wrapped around each other that you could only see in from one direction, the rest was covered with leaves or the trunks.

Son Goten then shook his head and cried, hungry for battle, in Sayajin manner: "I'll fight with you, it will be fun for sure!"


Karina shook her head, not because she wanted to deny, but because she had known many who had thought the same way, and who are now somewhere in the desert of Luth Golein, on the grassland of the hunters, or in the secret refuge, another dimension, rotted, rotten or withered under the palace of Luth Golein.


But now was not the time to mourn, or to fear Goten, she would come to terms with his death.


She reached into the rucksack with her left hand, took out a sword, and threw it to Goten, who caught it with her right hand, she couldn't give him more. (it's not magic)


Then she reached the top of the hill, stopped, as did Goten next to her, and saw the extent of the attack.


From everywhere monsters of all sizes and colors rushed into the clearing, the diameter of which was almost a quarter of a kilometer.

The terrain fell from her gently to the square waypoint, which had an edge length of four meters and was pretty much in the center of the clearing.


There were already about two hundred beings cavorting in the clearing, but there were more and more.


More than half of them didn't fight, didn't even seem interested in fighting the only three human creatures who stood about fifty meters