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Chapter 8: Fire




To make matters worse, thousands of black riders appeared on the horizon of the rising sun. They all had powerful black warhorses and wore black cloaks. Their silver armor shimmered gold in the light.


A rider stepped out of their ranks and Peter saw this as an allusion:


"Do you see that my boy?" he asked, pointing to the riders. "They have all come to stand by me. They are my warriors, son. Don't you want to change sides after all?" Destin stood firm: "No!" he replied and did not move.


"As you wish!" said Peter calmly and moved closer, then struck with one sword. When the blade entered the boy, he winced and felt as if part of him was dying too. After all, he was just killing his own son.


In a flash he pulled the sword out of the lifeless body and laughed out loud. He laughed at the riders.

"Destin!" a shout echoed through the silence and the first rider threw off his cloak. It was Lisa and she had tears of hatred in her eyes. With her sword raised and loud screams, she chased her horse down the slope. The hooves thundered and Peter looked at them, startled. He was unable to move because suddenly the whole army began to gallop. They had only one goal, the death of Peter. In the onslaught all the warriors spread out and the vampire prince had no idea where Lisa was anymore. Her name reminded him of flowers. Of flowers that he hated. New anger flared up in him and he lashed out wildly. Many people fell from their horses. A slaughter broke out because this one opponent still had as much courage as 3000 men put together. He slashed through the crowd and robbed the souls of many horses in the process.


Now was completely covered in blood and looked excitedly around. He was looking for Lisa. But everywhere riders and warriors ran up to him. He just cut her down.

Suddenly he saw the black man who had spotted him and was coming towards him dividing the crowd. He was the tallest and his head towered over everyone's head. Peter was frightened. The fire hadn't ruined the guy, he thought, contorted with rage, and whirled around to flee in the other direction. The remaining seconds seemed to be in slow motion. He was startled because he saw Lisa's pretty face. She had cut her hair short and was yelling. In her hand she held a large broadsword. Benedict's broadsword. It was rusted and stained with blood. She reached out and pierced the vampire, whose scream stayed in his throat. His whole idea of ​​the big game was shattered! Slowly but surely he died. And with him the evil in the world died.


The petrified people were brought back to life by the death of the prince and the knights quickly put out the fires. Even the black man took on human features again and the rider became me.I could hardly believe my luck and asked myself if I could go home, but Destin stayed dead. His mother mourned and cried a lot for him.


I now stood between the warriors and wiped the tears from my eyes. What an adventure, I thought, looking at my hands. The glove and ring were still in place. Then suddenly Thomas appeared to me. Everything around me went dark and the ghost began to speak:


- To get back into your world, you have to overcome the limit! -


"What limit?" I asked. Thomas Geist pointed to the suddenly glowing sea. The darkness disappeared and suddenly I was facing Lisa. She had tearful eyes and looked at me expectantly:


"Well, what is it? You wanted to tell me something!" I was amazed, but when I looked at the talismans in my hand, I knew what to do:


"Bring them to Großburg and keep them safe there!"

Then I turned away from her and strutted toward the sea. The waves foamed and hit the beach gently. My feet touched the cool water like a release and I heard the screams of the seagulls, which had just awakened from their slumber. When the water rose I had to jump to move forward and further forward I could only swim. On my journey to the borders, I met a boat that was on its way to land. I stopped swimming and stared at the passengers. It was Albert and Karl-Heinz. The gnome waved a vial and shouted:


“We'll make Destin well again!” It was the water of life.




I swam faster and faster. The longing for home did not deter me from growing beyond my strength. I'll see my family again, I thought, and looked once more at the land left behind. The warriors waved and greeted the healers who had just arrived.After seeing this, I dived underwater and got deeper into the dark.


At some point it got brighter again and a white, glistening light surrounded me and I was drawn back into my world. My heart jumped for joy and then stopped for a brief moment.


Then it hit hard again. The bright light disappeared and it became pitch dark. Faint moonlight fell through the window and I made out the faint outlines of my room furnishings. I was home again. But everything seemed different, new and unused. Sleeping on soft mattresses was also very uncomfortable and strange at the same time. It all seemed too easy. This could never be my room, I thought, and rolled the covers on to one side. I sat up and walked around the room. As I walked, I tripped over things and knocked over devices. I just didn't feel comfortable here! I opened the door quietly. The hall, too, was only lit by the faint moonlight.Determined, I went to the left. There were laundry baskets piled up here and I climbed behind them. There were old chairs and sheets now. I snuggled into the sheets. Before I fell asleep, however, I kept my eyes on the hallway as if waiting for something special.


Suddenly eyes glowed from the shadow of a corner. I felt the presence of the being and did not move. A sound was heard and the animal pranced towards me. It was my cat who had meowed. She too slipped behind the washing baskets and came closer. It was a black cat with white paws and a white belly. She snuggled up against me and started purring as I scratched her neck.


I'll show the shadows more respect, I thought, petting the animal. Because I can defend myself, I have a living talisman.




- Meow -




A skull sat on a pedestal in the middle of a devastated room under a glass bell.The pedestal was covered with gold ornate writing that could not be deciphered. The dark room was reminiscent of an early castle from the Middle Ages. The platform stood on a round narrow staircase in the middle of the room. The floor was covered with dust, but the objects on it were not. A grail that was still half filled with wine rolled back and forth on the floor. Chairs with broken legs and red velvet seats must have been thrown into the corner. The tumbling of the cup got louder and louder, bit it hit the back of a chair and stood motionless with a ringing tone. Then it started to thunder. Thousands of rats came from all sides of the room. The wind that the rats caused by their crowds, extinguished a candle that was attached to a wall of the cold and rough rock. The sulphurous smoke spread around the room. The rats that had gathered around the dais were now slowly walking, like a large carpet, over the first step of two.They were getting faster and faster and were pointing at the skull from all sides. The smoke that had evaporated now pooled and began to turn. There was more and more smoke and the spinning faster and faster. The rats were crawling up to the platform when the smoke suddenly spread in all directions. The candles that were up on the wall had come out of nowhere. The smoke became grayer and spread over all the candles which now worked like a circle of flame, where there was smoke, there was now fire. Suddenly black smoke came from the eyes and nasal cavities of the skull. The skull's eyes began to glow ruby-like. Suddenly laser beams shot out of his eye sockets, so that he blew up the glass dome with a loud crack. The bearded face of an old man formed out of the rising smoke. It was a kind face and at the same time a fearful one. Many wrinkles adorned his face. His hair was curly and full. When he opened his mouth and wanted to start speaking, a rush came through the room.It was a hard, shrill tone that quoted a sentence from a book in an ornate way. The rats were noticeably frightened and stopped. As if on command, the animals disappeared into all corners of the dark dungeon.


The face had disappeared, only the magical words, which sounded darker and darker over time, echoed through the bunker as if they were looking for an exit. They came from the Bible and everyone knew them, they were:


Whoever seeks me will find. Whoever calls me will see. And when half the work is done, you will be my son, the savior, in an eternally cool night. Let the Spirit give you wings, those who are lashed by storms. The gate that watches over space and time. Herod did the same ... Pet. 0


Something was different in the room. In old Hebrew script, the words now stood as if carved out of stone on the cool wall. Among them were a cross and the emitials, K. P..

A figure scurried through Parkallee 532. It was made of metal stone with exactly 35 trees and 4 fountains. The lawn looked like it had been cut with a ruler. The figure involuntarily scurried across the cobblestone path. The house was an 18th century mansion. This was proven by the walled-in wooden pegs that were embedded in the clay. The eerie phantom had already disappeared into the bushes and emerged in the neighboring garden. In contrast to the previous house, this one was rather untidy and made of boulders. The rain kept pounding on the old structure. It was a dilapidated barrack, also from the 18th century.


The figure trudged through the wet, soft and muddy ground in front of the ruin. A cellar door was sunk into the floor between all the stones and wooden beams.