candle in it burned. Nobody spoke, they all just looked at him in silence. He looked around helplessly for someone he knew, but he was alone. His parents weren't there, let alone Eressea or Fenix. A heavy hand fell on his shoulder, it was Khaan. “Follow me Juno.” He was reluctant to follow his request and together they walked down the street.The Cinóer stood on either side, their heads bowed in a solemn mood, and they were now quietly singing a song in the old language. "What are they doing here?" Whispered Juno. "Well, that's tradition here in Cinó. When heroes set off, the people show him respect." Juno was speechless. He a hero? Incredible. Khaan took him to the armory. "Everything you need, the gun women will give you. Wait here." said Khaan and left him alone. The armory was a rectangular room, with only a few weapons hanging on the walls, as the army was already equipped and only a few weapons were not needed. "Great hero who has to be content with the leftovers!", Juno grumbled darkly to himself. The door popped open and a woman came in. Juno was surprised to see that she was even taller than him, but she must have been very old because there were numerous wrinkles on her face. "Uhh hello, Khaan says I should choose a few things here." She looked at him blankly. "Here?Follow me, the things are already ready for you. "He followed her into an adjoining room, in which there was a small table. On the table were: a shimmering chain mail, a small dagger and a rucksack with provisions." Put that on, Mr. Juno. Just wear it under your shirt. "The gunwoman bowed briefly and withdrew. Juno took off his shirt and then his eyes fell on the compass. Tears welled up in his eyes when he looked at the signpost. His uncle should have got it, but now put it the compass is the last link between Cinó and his past. He wiped his eyes and decided to pack the compass in his rucksack later. Next he turned to the mail shirt, his fingers feeling the cold iron and the fine decorations, which someone had once worked in. When he picked it up, he found that the mail shirt was light as a feather, so that he could slip it on without any problems.He strapped the dagger to his boot and then looked curiously into his backpack.He found 2 loaves of bread, dried meat, a card and a bag full of various herbs. "Komsiches people, these Cinóer. As the oldest people in the universe, they live like people in the Middle Ages," he said quietly as he put the compass in his backpack. Then he put his shirt back on and stepped outside the door. "Ah you are finished, Mr. Juno?" The gunwoman looked at him and nodded. "Mr. Khaan is waiting for you in front of the chamber, better hurry up."



Her face was calm, it seemed as if she was just sleeping. Vahra, Queen Cinós, had been laid on a golden table and covered with many white flowers. He didn't know how long he'd been standing here, he didn't know if someone was looking for him. Once he had lost his first wife, then her soul did not go to heaven, to him and the others. Son Goku looked down at Vahra's calm face. Although they hadn't married, they had loved each other. “Father?” Fenix's voice tore him from the sad memories, he still had a family.“What is it?” His son stood next to him. “I miss her, but there is no time for grief.” He spoke the same way as the rest of the Cinóer, but his voice was trembling. “Come on then, my son.” He grabs Fenix's hand and they both walked out in silence.



The farewell took place at the port. Linsu presented Juno with the Cold Steel Sword. "Take it to the old mountain, Juno. And may you return from there to defeat Cinó's enemies." Not knowing what to answer, Juno only nodded. He sheathed the white sword and turned to his group. With him they were 5 people: Sledge, the big dog who scowled, Fenix, his uncle, who was younger than Juno himself, Khaan, the silent warrior and Eressea, who avoided his gaze. Princess Aya'ro tapped him on the shoulder. "Juno. Remember, the power of the god Karn is transferred to him who holds Kaltstahl in his hand when the last word is sung." Why did she tell him that again?She kissed his forehead. "May Karn accompany you on all your ways and protect you." He grinned. “For a start, the Cinós army does it, right?” Since the battle took place in the heath that was on the southern continent and the old mountain was also to be found there, Juno and his companions wanted to travel a short distance with the army . And a large number of the transport ships were already on the high seas, waiting for the last ships. Bra hugged him as he said goodbye to her. "I love you, my son. Come back safely." She kissed him on the cheek, which Juno didn't mind. Then he got on one of the large, white and gray ships and looked around. In addition to his companions, Son Goku, Vegeta, Trunks, his father and a strange green man with a turban and cloak were on deck. Juno stared at this strange figure in fascination. “What are you staring at, kid?” The voice sounded sullen. "Uh, sorry. Do you always get seasick that easy?"" It's funny, kid. "Someone landed next to the green man. He was tall, wore glasses, black hair and had a striking resemblance to Son Goten." Hello Piccolo, tell me, do you know where I can find Son Goten? Because I'm looking for him. "Even the voice sounded like his father's, thought Juno. The green man who was called Piccolo pointed with a long fingernail at Juno." Ask his son, Gohan. " "WHAT? "Gohan looked scared at Juno." Uh ... Juno? " "Yes? “His uncle ran to him and shook his hand.“ Hey Juno, I'm your uncle, Son Gohan. Man you look like ... "Piccolo followed him." Yes, he looks like you, Gohan. "Juno didn't know what to say, Son Gohan looked at him carefully. Then Son Gohan suddenly began to rummage wildly in one of his pockets." Here must be ... ah yes. "When he took his hand out again, he was holding an old photo in it. It showed: Juno. It was only at second glance that Juno realized that it had to be his uncle, because apart from her eyes she looked like an egg, the other.He was just about to say something when a gigantic tidal wave tore him off his feet and his head hit a hard object.



...to be continued