tightly in his arms. He felt strong and young. Until now he had forgotten that he had the body of a vampire. With his yellow skin he was almost indistinguishable from the straw. They were both old people, but he had found his great love in her. Up until that moment, he wasn't sure why Benedict had passed on his knowledge to him. And he didn't like the fact that the wizard was in him.

It was slowly getting colder and the teacher snuggled deeper into the hay. He was just about to fall asleep when Destin 's sweating figure stood in the entrance.


"He is here!" the boy gasped and didn't wait for Dr. Gotthard was properly dressed, but rushed straight back down, because the hut stood on top of a steep mountain slope, on which the cows and sheep grazed.


- stop! -


A sound was thrown through the room and the rider emerged from the shadows of the hay bales with his hood down and raised his hand to hold Destin back.


- As a rider, I am ... I am allowed to travel through ... through the shadowy world ... to ...! -


He spoke in a shaky voice, sat down next to the sleeping girl and ran her through her red hair.


- She is pretty! -


He stated and then looked at the teacher.


- Did you sleep with her? -


"What is that to you, shadow creatures?" growled the teacher and found himself caught.Now Destin also contributed something:


“It's Benedict!” Karl Gotthard turned pale.


"Exactly!" he began, grabbing his head. "Now I remember! The wizard wanted me to meet you here. That's why he transferred his thoughts to me! You stutter because you don't have your brain completely under control, because you are still under the spell from Peter. The only way to become you again would be to get your body back. So we have to dig your body out of the barrow and plant your spirit in it! Benedict wanted us to meet here and get the body. The gnome should him patch it up again. And you brought me into this world too! " slowly the teacher became louder and louder and more mad. The spirit of the magician and the spirit of the teacher came into conflict.


"Listen up, Karl, that's the ghost of Benedict that's haunted you!"


But Gotthard didn't listen to him and kept laughing:

"Three days ago Benedict sent you 12 years in the past to ask me to come here. Of course, he got the technology for this from the aliens who live in space in a spaceship above us! Ha, ha! But we forgot one thing to ask , "He was strangely calm now, but the malicious grin remained. He shook his belt and pulled out a long dagger glowing in the moon and went on, “Are you really the real one?” With that he snapped out and pierced the black guy. The creature shrieked and reared, but Gotthard stabbed again and again until it collapsed on the hay.


"Nobody touches my girl!" he hissed, spat on the one lying on the floor and put the dagger back in his belt pouch. Destin looked at him perplexed and scared. He didn't recognize the man who was walking towards him.


"Do you want to?" asked the mad teacher and picked up the dagger again. Destin screamed and rushed out of the barn.

Gotthard laughed treacherously and turned to the now no longer sleeping and lying on the floor Sandra:


"Hey baby, look at that crazy guy on earth! He thought he could screw me! I've known for a long time that we had a traitor around!"


Sandra got up and put her arms around the triumphant vampire. After kissing him, she breathed in his ear:


"You were right! There was a traitor in our group, but unfortunately you chose the wrong one!" At the end her voice had sounded strangely dark. When she said that, she looked him mesmerizing in the eye and grinned maliciously. While Gotthard sank tense and trembling, Sandra changed shape to the man with the beard. To Peter. To Destin's father. He gave a short laugh and walked straight through the stable door.


The teacher doubled over on the floor and trembled in pain. His body was tense and his skin was slowly becoming wrinkled and bony.Then his skeleton broke and he was dead. Only a pile of ash remained of him.


The black man woke up from his faint and slowly sat up. His wounds were healed again. Thanks to the blue protection on his left hand and the ring of fire on his right. He knew where the rest of the talismans were hidden. One, the gnome had. The second was owned by the real Sandra. The third one could be found with Peter. The sword, the flash of anger, hung in Sandra's room over the fireplace. Peter held the stone of power in his strong hand.


The black man disappeared into the shadows again, pulling down the hood. It would only be a few minutes before the big fight. But nobody knew how much would happen in a few minutes.




Destin had run down the hill, often tripping over rocks. Now he was standing at the door of the inn again. He took another strong breath and then entered.When he pushed open the double doors there was a loud squeak. That was the only sound he heard, because otherwise nothing moved. People were still sitting at the tables as before, but no one moved. Now Destin touched her. They were hard and cold. Hard and cold as stone. Panic broke out in him and he walked quickly and without breathlessly up the stairs to the upper floors. It was dark in the dining room and the corridors and the building was mysteriously cold.


It was also quiet on the upper floor, only the floorboards creaked under his feet. It scares him that he was making this noise. When he opened the door to their beds, they were neatly placed and had not been used. The duvets were untouched and none of his friends were there, he thought. Shivering and with a coldness in his heart, which was spreading faster and faster, he descended the stairs again.


When he was back in the guest room he saw a shadowy figure standing in the doorway.The icy cold of death enveloped his shoulders and his heart turned to ice. It was his father. They both stared piercing eyes at each other. They were all wrapped in black and greeted each other with hostile thoughts. Pure teaching filled the mind of Destin and he gave himself up to his destiny.


- Stop! - a voice rang out from the dark and the black man emerged from the shadow of a corner.


Petrus turned his head slowly and spat out his sentence like chewing gum:


"Benedict! What are you doing here?"


- I am here to regain my soul! -


"That's all?!" cowardly Peter and faced the shadow man. "Then get it for yourself!"


Anger shot through the rider and he pounced on Satan. With his fist pointed at Peter he jumped at him, but Peter reacted quickly and jumped up. When the shadowy one was below him and his blow went nowhere, he kicked him in the cross and the rider crashed to the ground and smashed the wooden floor below him.He lay there, dazed.


Destin was shaken by mixed feelings, took the opportunity to rush outside and ran towards the Stek. It towered over the troubled waters of the sea. In the distance on the horizon black clouds were drawing in. A boat, which must have just cast off, drifted towards the storm. There were people in the boat. It was the dwarf and the gnome. They didn't turn around when Destin called them and in that moment he knew that they were also made of stone.


Just as Destin's eyes were about to come up with tears, there was a clang and crash and the wooden wall of the inn tore open. The black flew out and landed in the dust with a thump. Peter had taken off his cloak and was hopping out of the hole in the wall as well. His clothes were tattered and his skin was cracked in various places and you could see the scaly skin of the vampire. He struck at the black one lying on the ground, which cleverly rolled to one side and then pulled Petrus' legs away.The vampire lord's hand was deep in the ground, nailing the rider's cloak into place. The sweat stood on their foreheads, they gasped and met each other's eyes for a moment. Both knew that the loser could not survive. The problem was that they were equal. Only now did the black man pull and the cloak tore right through. Peter tugged on his arm, but nothing happened. It had struck with too much force and was very deep in the ground. Too low to get up. The rider drew his dagger and took up a fighting stance. Carefully he put one foot in front of the other and kept walking towards the prisoner. It was slowly getting lighter as dawn came. Suddenly Satan's desperate expression turned into a smile and he said calmly:


"Why do you actually have power over your body?"


Now his eyes sparkled and stared at him. The knife, which Petrus' opponent was clutching in his hand, was driven back by a strong, invisible force, towards the black man's face.The rider froze. Peter had regained power over him and he had little to oppose him.




Destin looked at the boat that was just disappearing over the horizon and then he stared at the friend who was trembling with fear. What could he do? Out of fear, he crept to a hut and entered. It was just a hut and the furnishings were poor but tasteful. Here, too, people sat petrified. A young woman was squatting on a stool and feeding her child. So young and already dead, thought Destin, but then turned back to the fireplace. A bright fire burned inside him. It crackled and sparks spurted out. Then he had an idea, he grabbed a burning stake and ran out into the street with it again.


Petrus only had eyes for the death of the brave warrior and pressed the dangerous ringer even closer to him, but the black man did not want to give up and held it even stronger.


Suddenly the vampire lord screamed out loud as Destin pushed the burning branch between his ribs.It hissed, steamed, and the rider was thrown back with such anger that he crashed into the