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Fanfic: Powerschool5
he could no longer be with Benedict. He would endanger him with his mere presence. Only now did he realize that he was crying. He didn't cry out of fear or suffering, but out of hatred. Out of hatred of yourself. As he listened to the surroundings, he recognized the weak voice of Benedict: "Destin ... Destin! Come here my boy ...!" Destin obeyed him and wiped his tears as he sat down and took his hand. He realized that he was doing the same thing that he was doing with his mother. The blind magician waited a moment before continuing and then whispered, "I need you, my boy! You have to take me quickly ... to the dwarves ... I think ... I'm going ... to the end." ..! "He had to cough and then spoke in agony:" I'm just ... too old for ... such games!"Again he coughed and this time a stream of blood 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 softly and gently that the boy only caught bits of words: "Please ... forget what ... I said ..." Then he finally sagged.
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.
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.