he had gathered up once. Now he only had one mushroom. He had to use this to attract animals, but he couldn't think of any tasty animal that could be caught with it. He had left the boar behind and was just crossing a bridge. The sky shone blue and the fiery ball of the sun just emerged from the dewy treetops of the oak forest.The wet grass shone and every now and then birds flew out of the bushes. Fish cavorted in the water and let the warming rays of the sun shine on their scaly backs, while the cool water shone golden and waves rippled on it.


When Peter saw the trout and pike, he decided to get his breakfast needs with fish. He hurriedly looked for sticks in the tall grass. He found some near a tree. Then he took a string, tied it to the stick and sat on the bridge to hold the thread with its mushroom at the end in the water.


The sun was already high in the sky and Peter still hadn't caught anything.


"How long does it take?" he muttered.


No sooner had he said that a fish bit on the line and pulled hard on it. Peter moved too. A fight seemed to arise in which the fighters were both equally strong.


The sun had dried the grass and the ground and was currently being obscured by thick white clouds.

Peter groaned as the suction subsided and the line tore.


He had to come up with something new. Another idea shot through him.


He drew his sword from its scabbard and looked at it. When he let it rush through the air, it made whirring noises. There were too many mosquitos over the river and they were humming like a chorus. Peter tried to drive them away.


Suddenly a shiny purple fish jumped out of the water and snapped its mouth at one of the mosquitos. Now it began to rain fish from the bottom every ten seconds. One after the other jumped to the light and tried to get hold of a mosquito. In a flash, Peter took his sword and dropped it on a fish that was just jumping out of the water. The weapon pierced the fish's wide open mouth and came out next to the tail fin. After three fish, two of which he wrapped in paper to pick up, he lit a small fire and fried his first catch after gutting it.The fish tasted wonderful and Peter was tired. After the meal he wanted to lie down, he had spent the whole day fishing and finally had to fall asleep. He curled up in his coat and fell asleep by the fire under the starry night.




When he left the next day, Gorstadt was only a few kilometers away. He hoped to find a nice breakfast and a warm bed there. After the war, mutants and humans became close friends and built their fortresses close to each other. The way to Gorstadt was sandy and everything around it became drier and more rocky. The towers and roofs of the city appeared on the horizon and Peter had arrived after a short time.


The wooden city gates opened with a squeak and he overlooked a huge market with all sorts of wondrous figures. Some of them were even human, but most of the residents looked like mythical creatures and Wolberdingers.

A girl bothered him, she was about 20 years old and quite slim. She had long black hair and, in a green smock with white flowers on it, bought apples from a fruit dealer. In her arms she held a woven basket in which other fruit and vegetable utensils were already lying.


Peter was blinded by her beauty and immediately fell in love with her. He had to follow her and long for where she lived. She went ahead with quick strides and Peter followed her. The people were already looking, but it didn't matter to Peter, he was enchanted.


After a short time they came to a large house that looked like one of the row houses and was made of wood and clay. Just as the girl was about to open the front door, Peter grabbed her arm and looked at her in love.


"Greetings, dear Meid, my name is Petrus Welk, Prince of Neustadt and immortal in love with her!" he breathed.


"And I'm Lisa and I shouldn't let strangers into the house!" she stammered in amazement and slammed the door in Peter's nose.She too had fallen in love with Peter. The likeable prince caught her eye straight away. She had to see him again, so write a note on a piece of paper and slide him under the front door. Peter was still waiting outside, considering his position. He fell in love with someone. It was like love at first sight, but then having to wear a blindfold forever.


Then he noticed how something flat, white, was pushed through under the door. He picked it up and looked at it. The note said:




Dear Prince,


Excuse me,


that I slammed the door in their face.


At the moment I didn't know what to say


therefore I request a meeting with you,


tonight at 6:30 p.m. at church,


her Lisa!




Next to it was a heart painted with a rose next to it.


"Well, she loves me too! Then this evening at church, my beautiful!" he muttered.



It was dark and no one and no mutant showed up in the church square. He ran over the cobblestones towards a statue of the Virgin Mary and leaned against it. He was waiting for Lisa. Was she really serious? asked Peter.


Suddenly a figure appeared between the alleys and approached quickly. She was wrapped in a long coat and walked quickly towards the church square, then looked around. When her gaze reached Peter he stopped and she walked in his direction. Now Petrus could see the face that was hidden under the hood, it was Lisa.


They looked at each other for a long time. Suddenly they both felt the urge to kiss. They hugged and kissed like they'd been a couple for ages.


"I'm not allowed to do that!" Lisa whispered in Petrus' ear and almost began to cry.


"I'm just a servant and I've slipped away!"


"You do not have to be scared!I am with you! "And with that he stroked her long black hair and she pressed her head to his chest.


Suddenly Lisa started speaking normally again:


"You must be hungry after such a long journey, I brought you some fruit!" She handed him a bag of food. Peter popped it and was about to continue kissing when a guard in full gear approached the nightly meeting of Peter and Lisa.


"Come with me," shouted Lisa, "I know a place where it's safe!"


Lisa quickly pulled Petrus by the arm into the shade. So they fled from the guard.




"In you is my reborn soul from the future!" Benedict explained to me in a calm tone.


"Oh, and I'm trapped here in Drecul Castle?" I asked skeptically.


"Exactly!" Benedict answered me with a grin and took a strong drag on a wine bottle.


"And you're trapped here too?"

"Exactly, but I'm being treated well, because Drecul wants to find out from me how to conjure up the blue protection. He gives me 4 bottles of wine every day. It must be very difficult for him to finance my alcohol addiction, hey, hey!"


He took another sip and finally spilled over backwards.


"How embarrassing, a drunk wizard!" I cowardly, then I leaned against the want and thought. I'm here with an alcoholic wizard who is drunk most of the time and has tattered clothes on. It makes a lot of sense to me that as long as I wore the glove, I never came back into the human world. Only when I had finished my task could I go back and continue to lead a normal life. I looked at my hand. The blue protection was gone.


Suddenly a wall shifted and two vampire guards in golden armor stood in the doorway.


"Come with me!" one yelled at me.


I followed them silently through corridors that were initially only equipped with candles on skulls and rotted stones, and later decorated with golden candlesticks and red carpets.From a distance I heard organ music that was very sad. The tones were intoxicating and came closer and closer. It went up a flight of stairs and through a door. I was now standing in a large round room in which all sorts of treasures and art objects were housed. Gold, silver, diamonds, money, thalers, chains, jewelry and gold-plated swords glittered in the candlelight. That's when I discovered my broadsword.


I rushed over to it and pulled it out of the pile of coins. When I pulled it out of the sheath, my face was reflected on the polished blade.


"You won't be able to harm us with your gun anyway smaller!" laughed the guards.


Smaller? I was 1m80 cm tall, but against the guards who were 2m40 cm tall, I was really short. Grateful to have my weapon back, I went with the guards to a large wooden door with bronze fittings. The door creaked when it was opened. In front of my eyes there was a spacious hall with at least 100 guards who stood every 2 meters on the wall.In the middle was a large red carpet with a gold border. On the walls there were stands with flags on which a fire-breathing bat was depicted. Lots of rainbow-colored light through the high windows. The guards' golden armor shone. I was led through the long hall from which countless doors and arches that were barred extended in all directions.


At the end of the room was a large archway with a silver portcullis. I was shown through and noticed that one room was more splendid than the other. It went up a long spiral staircase.


It had been at least two thousand steps, I thought when I finally reached the top, exhausted. The organ music was now very loud and the guards who led me grinned maliciously at me when we arrived at a large wooden door with a golden bat on it. My heart was pounding wildly and frighteningly. Suddenly it swung outward and the organ music boomed in my ears.It was a room brimming with gold and splendor, but something didn't fit into the picture. A small rotten wooden door overgrown with moss and decorated with an iron bat stood in the room. It wobbled, trembled, and was to protect it from