oozed from his mouth. Destin squeezed his hand and added reassuringly: “Don't die my friend, don't die!” There was no answer and Benedict's muscles relaxed as if he were ready for a better world. To Destin 's astonishment, the magician started to speak again, but so quietly and delicately that the boy only caught bits of words: "Please ... forget what ... I said ..." Then he finally sagged together.



Destin had wrapped Benedict's body in his sleeping bag and was carrying him on his back to Zwergenburg. The path was flat and there were colorful flowers everywhere, but Destin had no eye for this. He thought of his dead friend. Strangely enough, he had no guilt and no grief. He just took it. For him it was as if Benedict had never existed. Now that the wizard was struck from his mind, he thought about the progress of his journey, which now seemed somehow nonsensical to him. What should he do if he was both dwarfs? Deliver the body and never see it again? What would he tell them? And anyway, how do dwarfs speak?


These and many more questions burned in his head.


After a 3 hour hike to see the inhabitants of the earth, he wondered if he was on the right track at all. But when he saw little people with farming implements plowing the ground and tilling the fields, he knew where it had led him.He was so happy that he had found his way to them that he slumped on the spot and passed out.




He woke up in a cold room and found that he was lying on a wooden bench. It was dark. Only a crack in the wall let in pale daylight. His stomach growled and his head pounded. He had a nightmare behind him. Slowly his eyes got used to the eternal shadow and he realized that he was lying in a prison-like room. He sat up quickly and heard chains rattling from a distance. When he got up and took a step, he fell on his nose because he was also chained. The metal on his ankle felt cold. The ground was damp and he immediately straightened up again. What's that strange smell in here? He wondered, and sniffed. Now he felt validated because at first he thought he was in a toilet. It really smelled like that. He grimaced in disgust and only breathed through his mouth.He had suffered enough for today and so he lay back on his cold, hard bench and tried to go back to sleep.




Gotthard roamed the country once again to gather new knowledge. This time he came to Neustadt to look at the market. First he went to the fishmonger. He sold a huge fish and claimed that he pulled it out of the water himself. The fish was as big as a choice and had gills like a shark.


"What does it cost?" the druid asked the seller.


"8000 euros, it costs!" replied the foreign seller.


Gotthard noted the price and went to the next stand. Here, too, a huge fish was offered. Gotthard asked again:


"What does it cost?"


"16,000 euros!" replies the German seller. Gotthard nodded and considered the whole thing.


His conclusion was that the locals sell everything twice as much as the foreigners.

"Learned something again!" the ex-teacher said to himself and took a notebook out of his pocket. Here he wrote down his conclusion and then put the book back out of his pocket. Then he bought the foreigner's fish and retired into a dark alley. Then he ate the fish, wrapped the leftovers (which wasn't exactly small) in paper and gave them away to hungry street children.


He loved doing good. He had become a teacher to teach the children something. He always did this with humor and in a child-friendly manner. Unfortunately, one day he got bored and by chance he withdrew into the vampire world. You couldn't really call the vampire world the whole vampire world, because it was something more than that. It was like normal life, beautiful and ugly at the same time. There was a constant give and take. Attention was given or paid to her, and adventure was rewarded in return.


When Gotthard left the city, he learned a lot and everything seemed to be in order.He had to re-learn everything he knew, because everything that was not real in the human world was an excruciating reality here.


Suddenly an old wandering song reminded him that he hummed happily to himself:




You go out into wide fields,


Have neither bread nor money


want to sing, dance forever,


they just because the bugs.


You go out into wide grain,


The delphinium blooms everywhere,


want to sing forever, shriek,


throw your leg in the air!


Destin had found that the light from the crack wasn't sunlight, but the glow from a candle. If it had been the sun, it wouldn't be so cold here. So he was stuck in an underground prison. But why? What did he do? Destin couldn't remember, so he listened to the noises that were playing outside of the room. In order to be able to see something, he knelt down in front of the gap and peered through it with one eye.Unfortunately, he couldn't see everything because the chain was holding him back. A thought shot in his head, what was the use of the chain in a room from which there was no escape?


Outside, a guard was talking to a servant. The butler had white hair and wore a blue robe. In addition, his neck was adorned with a frill. He did not see the guard's face as the guard had his back to him. Suddenly he turned and pulled away. Still, he stayed within earshot, climbed a flight of stairs, and then his footsteps died away.


A little later a hatch was opened high above him and this time yellow, warm sunlight fell in. At first it blinded Destin, but then it got darker. During this time he reconsidered his research. The servant looked exactly like Aunt Rita's clerk from Heustreu.


The guard looked down at him. She owned the shadow. She slipped a long rope through the trapdoor and asked Destin to climb up.On the occasion, Destin recognized the Dwarf dialect the guard was using.


When the boy had clung to the rope, he was pulled up, with the man's groans and groans, and led through a huge cave. The man was shorter than I had thought because he was a dwarf and such people have a habit of being on the short side. He was a stocky fellow with auburn hair and two pigtails. He had leather armor and a spear for protection.


Every five meters he looked up at Destin to make sure he wasn't up to anything. His watchful eyes watched him constantly, carefully exploring every possible escape the boy might consider.




Benedict sat on a chair in a fireplace room and waited for the door to open. To pass the time, he tipped his chair a little and felt 10 years younger. But he stopped immediately because he realized that he was too old for such games.He checked his face. The scars were still there. Everyone had thought he was dead and that was until yesterday. Fortunately, a gnome healer with the water of life had turned up in the underground city. He came from the north and was only passing through to the south, because far above the southern sea, there was an island that was only inhabited by gnomes. It was called Gnomisland and the map of the island was not yet finished. Benedict's idea was that they could follow the healer and help him complete the map, since they were on the run like so. The gnome's name was Albert Meisel and thought the idea was excellent. He had told the magician that he would rather travel in company than alone. That was really funny, because gnomes mostly live alone and don't like it when others are around, especially not when they are humans. So he was special. The only friend he had was a little squirrel that was constantly scurrying around him.

"Better hide behind the curtain!" cried the blind man. "Maybe he'll be startled. Destin had never seen a gnome before!"


That was his problem. The water of life had no effect on his blindness, a water that would bring the dead back to life could not cure his blindness.


"Then you have to hide too!" the gnome with the dark green skin, the big googly eyes and the bulbous nose. It was covered with scars and bumps. But they weren't injuries. The skin of these living things always looked like this. Something that came from the future completely contaminated the once human-littered world. Some people hid underground and adapted to the conditions that wor