tormentor. The conqueror had observed this with surprise. The best sword in life had been missing for many years. Wolke's father had hidden it. Now it has surfaced again and has come to its true master. Wolke's eyes were full of hate and he was more determined than ever to avenge his father.Wind stood by his side. They looked at each other and then shook hands. They had sealed a pact that they would fight to the bitter end, side by side. That was clear to them and with a nod of both they began their common, now really common fight. The conqueror was really amazed, but he quickly recovered himself and wanted to attack too, but he wasn't quick enough. Wind and cloud became a storm. They whirled on their own axis, leaping, and the power of the swords united in a roar. A hurricane came up and the tornado that was created took the form of a dragon.

In the background the viewers of the scene heard the words of the Buddha, the prophecy that he had foretold to the Master: "The dragon is mighty, but it will be stranded when the wind and cloud turn into a storm!"

The conqueror's eyes widened when he realized that he was now inferior to the two. The clink of swords and flashes of lightning filled the grave of swords, several wounds opened up on the great master and he screamed in pain.Then he collapsed. He was beaten. The prophecy was fulfilled.

He was now sitting there on the floor and fireflies were buzzing around him.

Images made themselves recognizable to him, those of the people he had on his conscience. His daughter, King Fong. The sword saint. He screamed and thrashed, trying to hug the figures. "Little sun, Fong, sword saint! Come back, help me! Give back with my family, give me back my power! I want them back, I want everything back!" He continued screaming and sank, his eyes empty. He was a broken man.

Cloud struck the last blow, but wind preceded him and fended him off. "Leave him, this is the worst punishment for him!"

Cloud snorted, glared at him and turned to leave the sword tomb and the palace. Wind followed him a few paces away. Then the conqueror was alone. He was still whimpering and calling his daughter and others.Then a figure darted into the sword grave, followed by another.

Jade Dragon said to him: "It was this man who destroyed our family, our village. It was he who took everything from us and from whom everything has now been taken away. When I got here, Frost, I was full of hate, but now I have I feel sorry for him. He is nothing but human, I now know that. Even the worst tyrant has feelings, and they are now coming up. I will take care of him, he too deserves to be looked after. "Frost stood by and looked at his former master as he lay whimpering in front of him. He shook his head and turned around. Without a word he walked out of the sword grave and left his sister alone with the old master.



That was the end of the story the lake told them. They were now sitting in front of it. It took several hours for the story to end, but it was far from over. Jade Dragon seemed exhausted.But only a little, she continued speaking in a calm and sweet voice. "I took the conqueror to one of the rooms in the palace. I treated his wounds and fed him. Frost initially wanted to leave the palace too, like wind and cloud, but he then decided to help me. I was everything, what was left of our family and he didn't know where to go. We took care of him for two years. He was almost the same again, but then he took his own life. And there was a special reason. I have before Have to fight with him to stop him, but I couldn't, he used the same technique as Cloud when I was fighting with him .... "





Well, you see, they'll have to sit in front of the lake a little longer. Because now it's going to be really great, the scene that takes place in the next chapter came to my mind all by myself ^^ Well, it's not that special, but increases the tension * muahahah * God am I mean ^^
Ok, then big kiss from me and see you soon, and thanks for your lovely mail

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