knew that it had to have something to do with Peter's curse on the warriors. Suddenly it shot through my head. Peter. He must have had something to do with it. Now, with a growing headache, I tried to insert the picture of Peter into the dream puzzle. Just when I thought I had the solution, my machine crashed and I lost control of my brain.Was tiredness the winner in the end?




I stood at the parapet of the fort and looked down at the oncoming enemy. They were flying and running vampires and they all wore heavy armor. Demona had been brought into a hut and cared for. It had not been easy for her father Julius to see his daughter as he saw the enemy. She had to come with me and help me destroy Drecul. But for that we needed the ring. So we first had to travel west and then south. We especially needed a blacksmith to forge the ring back together. It couldn't be just any blacksmith, but a very special one. Peter told me about a blacksmith whose skills were incredible and who lived by the lake of blood. Drecul would get his weapons from there too.


I had agreed to help in the night battle today. I had time now because I didn't have to train anymore. Another had now become the bearer of the ring.They had brought me a shiny armor with which I was supposed to go into battle. First I was supposed to neutralize the vampires in the air with a bow and arrow, later the gates were opened for the vampire foot folk. This prevented the palisades from being damaged. The vampires were then lured through corridors to a cliff on which the battlefield was. The vampires allowed that they were prevented from destroying the city. They found it like a game that was played every night. It was like chess.


But today the vampires were more restless, they felt that one of their companions was being held captive. It was just demona. But the vampires did not know about their sudden transformation. Therefore this night was more dangerous than the other nights before.




The soldiers blew their horns and the vampires screamed wildly. The winged vampires ran up and threw themselves into the cool night air. With mighty wing beats, they approached the camp.

I drew an arrow with a silver tip from my quiver, drew the bow and let the arrow whir. The vampire was surprised by my attack and let the arrow come dangerously close to him. He dodged, but did it too late and the arrow pierced his wing. With a loud shriek, he lost his balance and fell. With a thud, it crashed to the ground. The earth shook under his weight. His wings weren't protected by his leather and metal armor. My armor was made of silver, and so was that of the other fighters. An attack by the vampires would only be of any use if they pierced the armor.


The vampire that was hit was still stirring because his broken bones were regenerating. Soon he would get up again and thrash his claws around. He would no longer be able to fly because the wound on his wing was caused by silver. His wound would widen over the hours. Yes, silver was dangerous.

The vampire tried to get up again and pushed himself up. The first attempt failed, but the second would sit. I now turned completely to the vampire. To get a better view, I leaned over the railing of the rifle tower. The vampire was now wobbly on his feet and looked around the camp. He was looking for Demona, it crossed my mind. I quickly sent myself to climb down the wooden ladder and face the vampire.


The vampire approached the entrance gate of the fortress and pushed it open with full force, smashing the bolt that locked the door from the inside. I was shocked at the vampire's power. Finally I jumped down the rest of the rungs and ran as best I could in my armor towards the vampire. The vampire had opened the gate fully and the vampires who were on foot poured in. The other archers stopped their work and jumped from the towers into the crowd of vampires.

Twelve undead fell on me at the same time. The foot soldiers among the vampires were smaller and had no wings, but instead had three large claws on their hands and feet. Her body was broad, and her short arms and legs were dangerously thick and muscular. The color difference of the vampires was that the foot soldiers were black and the flying ones were gray.


I pulled the sword, which I had found in Thomas hut, out of its scabbard with a clang and hit the vampires. With one sweep, I caught a lot of them. The others backed away and called for reinforcements. As one of the vampires stepped into the firelight of a torch, I saw his muscles shine. I quickly withdrew to a wall in the dark. It was pretty hot under the armor. I took the helmet off my head and hurled it down a back alley. Suddenly I heard a noise like someone tripping over the helmet I had thrown.Then I heard vampire voices and a man whose voice sounded familiar to me scream.


Shortly afterwards Petrus slipped out of the side street and stopped next to me on the wall of the house.


"What is going on....?" I wanted to ask, but when I saw that the more than 2 meter tall flight vampires emerged from the side street, I knew what he meant.


When the vampires saw us both, they roared and drooled, opening their mouths and showing us their canines. I knew it was too late to flee and attacked with angry screams and a raised broadsword. The biggest vampire came forward towards me. But I quickly dodged and hit the next vampire while falling. He was hit, growled, and buckled. When I landed on the hard stone floor, I rolled to the side and hit the vampire, who wanted to attack me when I was lying on the ground, in the back of the knee, who also screamed in pain and I noticed that his bones were broken.I couldn't evade more in time than the heavy vampire on me. It was a mistake that I took my helmet off because the undead landed right on my head. As a result, I passed out.


With the last of my strength, which threatened to wane, I saw how Petrus, out of anger and fear for my life, rushed at the vampires with his coat billowing and his weapon drawn. He cut them down one by one.


When they were all lifeless on the floor, he knelt in front of me and clasped my hand. He looked at me with sad eyes. But I saw everything more and more blurred. It had started to rain and the caustic water stung my skin. Petrus understood and put his black cloak over my face. I heard more vampires emerge from the alley and Petrus insulted them as murderers, then he hacked them wildly and without any fear or reticence. He shouted it out a few more times into the night: "Murderer ....., murderer!" the rain grew stronger and pattered incessantly.Peter sank down on top of me, exhausted and weeping. Why did this fight turn out so badly for me? I knew now. I no longer wore the blue protection.


Peter was still clutching me tightly and shaking me. I slowly came to my senses again. I saw Peter's cloak over me. I was unable to speak loudly, but I could still whisper and so I breathed out from under my coat: "The ... the ... b