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Fanfic: No Tomorrow
Subtitle: Herzschlag des Todes
Chapter: Evening hours
Foreword by the author:
How long have I actually not had a comment on dbz. de get? Well, it was a long time ago, but now there is a new FF, from the small men's front. Since I'm not in the mood for Dtagonball, the story has more or less grown on my crap, but who knows? Maybe you like it anyway.
Sincerely, Hinak
prolog
Never again.
Never again would he be able to look at his reflection in the mirror without having to think back to that horrible night. Never again could he laugh without thinking about the little girl's face.
Never again could he sleep without dreaming of the fire, screams and death that came over his home village that night. And never again would he forget how he became one of them.
No Tomorrow
Chapter 1: Evening Lessons
Today's Lower Saxony, 1392
The snow crunched under the hooves of his faithful horse and the moon appeared just at that moment from behind the mountain range that loomed beyond the treetops, like lonely watchers in the night.Kant yawned and shook off his sleep, but he knew that he would soon find an inn if he did not want to spend the night outdoors. In addition, his back hurt, once from the long ride and precisely because of the hard nights that he mostly had to spend in the open air. Not that he was totally effeminate, but he actually longed for a warm bed, a warm meal and, above all, company. How long has he been riding alone through this forest? Three weeks? Kant yawned again and rubbed his tired eyes. Suddenly he heard a strange roar in the air, surprised he stopped his horse and looked up. The gray-blue evening sky looked quite normal, but the roaring grew louder and Kant heard isolated cries of birds. And then he saw them, hundreds, no thousands of birds obscured the sky, they all flew in one direction. How spellbound did Kant watch as the many flocks of birds came together to form a single, huge cloud and flew further north, apparently in panic fleeing from something, perhaps a storm?As he slowly got his horse moving again and trotted along the small forest path, he wondered if there were any other ways that might excite the birds.
He didn't notice the little village until he rode past the first house. He looked around curiously, the village did not seem to be very poor, the houses all seemed new and were in excellent condition. The residents were in no way inferior to their houses. Kant saw a young woman who was standing up next to a ladder and holding a basket full of apples in her hands. When she saw him, she dropped the basket in shock and the fruits scattered all over the lawn. "Darn it.", The villager swore and knelt down to pick up the apples again. Kant also sat down on the ground and helped her, which she did not notice at first. Only when he held out the rest of the apples did she see that he was standing right in front of her.Her eyes widened briefly in shock, but a smile crept into Kant's face, which was soon transferred to her lips. "Thank you, honorable knight," she said, somewhat contrived in Kant's opinion. "Not for that, beautiful child.", He replied and grinned a little wider. “But I'm not a knight.” He thought she was beautiful, her dark blonde hair smelled of beautiful flowers and her eyes were so beautiful a light blue that he could lose himself in her eyes. "But you carry a sword and ride a horse.", She persisted and pointed to his horse, which was just calmly pounding over a small pile of carrots that someone must have torn out recently. "Jana, get you into the house!" Asked a smoky voice behind him. Kant turned and found himself face to face with an older man. The girl picked up the basket with the apples and gave Kant another fleeting nod before she disappeared into the house.Kant turned slowly back to the old man, who eyed him with the same dislike. "Who are you?" Asked the farmer roughly. "My name is Kant and I'm looking for an inn where I can stay the night," he said. “Can you tell me where to find one?” The man's eyes slid over his chain mail, clearly visible under his shirt, down to his sword and then up again. “Tell me, Kant, are you a knight?” Kant shook his head, whereupon something changed in the old man's face. Kant thought it was a relief, but wasn't sure. "I'm a mercenary.", Kant replied simply and pointed to the village. "So can you tell me now where I can find an inn?"
The inn was called "Alte Laube" but the name was misleading. When Kant tied his horse and got his valuables out of his saddlebags, he noticed that the inn had just been built, just like the rest of the village.In the inn itself, judging by the noise, things were getting hot, Kant could hear the laughter of many men and was looking forward to a cozy evening. But the exuberant mood was over when the villagers noticed him. Everyone looked around at him, everyone was silent. Kant felt the many looks that pierced him like little daggers as he walked slowly towards the counter. His long cloak hid his sword, but people seemed to instinctively consider him a threat, because no one stepped in his way, rather the other guests didn't seem to know what to do with him. Just like the landlord who stared at him with plate eyes. Kant said slowly, "Good evening, landlord." Apparently, strangers in this village were as rare as a purple cow with advertising for chocolate on the back, thought Kant, when the landlord made no move to say anything ."This is an inn, isn't it?" Asked Kant to provoke the landlord. "What are you doing here, stranger?" Asked a man who suddenly stood right in front of him. Quietly, Kant turned around and looked at his conservative partner. "I want to stay the night and dine here.", He said and looked at his counterpart. The man was his age and had something in common with Kant, because he too carried a sword. But in contrast to Kant, this man wore it openly, so he had to be something like the village policeman, concluded Kant. "You want to spend the night here? Today?" Asked the man and put a hand on the pommel of his sword. "That doesn't work," he said, a bit more threateningly. Kant raised an eyebrow. “No?” Kant took a step back and bumped his back against the counter, but the man followed suit. "No." he said and smiled.
Kant saw the blow of the sword coming, but he took his time avoiding it.When he finally threw himself back, he felt the hot air drawn by the blade on his face. The man was pulled forward by the force of his own blow and Kant, who was now on the ground, turned on his stomach and kicked the man's legs away. With a crash the man fell over the counter and Kant jumped up and drew his sword. Apparently the other guests weren't armed because they all shrank back in shock. The man jumped up again from behind the counter, his sword cut into his forearm. "Get out of stranger," he shouted. Just as Kant was considering how to cope with the situation now, he felt a searing pain on the back of his head and his consciousness was extinguished.
End of the first chapter
How long have I actually not had a comment on dbz. de get? Well, it was a long time ago, but now there is a new FF, from the small men's front. Since I'm not in the mood for Dtagonball, the story has more or less grown on my crap, but who knows? Maybe you like it anyway.
Sincerely, Hinak
prolog
Never again.
Never again would he be able to look at his reflection in the mirror without having to think back to that horrible night. Never again could he laugh without thinking about the little girl's face.
Never again could he sleep without dreaming of the fire, screams and death that came over his home village that night. And never again would he forget how he became one of them.
No Tomorrow
Chapter 1: Evening Lessons
Today's Lower Saxony, 1392
The snow crunched under the hooves of his faithful horse and the moon appeared just at that moment from behind the mountain range that loomed beyond the treetops, like lonely watchers in the night.Kant yawned and shook off his sleep, but he knew that he would soon find an inn if he did not want to spend the night outdoors. In addition, his back hurt, once from the long ride and precisely because of the hard nights that he mostly had to spend in the open air. Not that he was totally effeminate, but he actually longed for a warm bed, a warm meal and, above all, company. How long has he been riding alone through this forest? Three weeks? Kant yawned again and rubbed his tired eyes. Suddenly he heard a strange roar in the air, surprised he stopped his horse and looked up. The gray-blue evening sky looked quite normal, but the roaring grew louder and Kant heard isolated cries of birds. And then he saw them, hundreds, no thousands of birds obscured the sky, they all flew in one direction. How spellbound did Kant watch as the many flocks of birds came together to form a single, huge cloud and flew further north, apparently in panic fleeing from something, perhaps a storm?As he slowly got his horse moving again and trotted along the small forest path, he wondered if there were any other ways that might excite the birds.
He didn't notice the little village until he rode past the first house. He looked around curiously, the village did not seem to be very poor, the houses all seemed new and were in excellent condition. The residents were in no way inferior to their houses. Kant saw a young woman who was standing up next to a ladder and holding a basket full of apples in her hands. When she saw him, she dropped the basket in shock and the fruits scattered all over the lawn. "Darn it.", The villager swore and knelt down to pick up the apples again. Kant also sat down on the ground and helped her, which she did not notice at first. Only when he held out the rest of the apples did she see that he was standing right in front of her.Her eyes widened briefly in shock, but a smile crept into Kant's face, which was soon transferred to her lips. "Thank you, honorable knight," she said, somewhat contrived in Kant's opinion. "Not for that, beautiful child.", He replied and grinned a little wider. “But I'm not a knight.” He thought she was beautiful, her dark blonde hair smelled of beautiful flowers and her eyes were so beautiful a light blue that he could lose himself in her eyes. "But you carry a sword and ride a horse.", She persisted and pointed to his horse, which was just calmly pounding over a small pile of carrots that someone must have torn out recently. "Jana, get you into the house!" Asked a smoky voice behind him. Kant turned and found himself face to face with an older man. The girl picked up the basket with the apples and gave Kant another fleeting nod before she disappeared into the house.Kant turned slowly back to the old man, who eyed him with the same dislike. "Who are you?" Asked the farmer roughly. "My name is Kant and I'm looking for an inn where I can stay the night," he said. “Can you tell me where to find one?” The man's eyes slid over his chain mail, clearly visible under his shirt, down to his sword and then up again. “Tell me, Kant, are you a knight?” Kant shook his head, whereupon something changed in the old man's face. Kant thought it was a relief, but wasn't sure. "I'm a mercenary.", Kant replied simply and pointed to the village. "So can you tell me now where I can find an inn?"
The inn was called "Alte Laube" but the name was misleading. When Kant tied his horse and got his valuables out of his saddlebags, he noticed that the inn had just been built, just like the rest of the village.In the inn itself, judging by the noise, things were getting hot, Kant could hear the laughter of many men and was looking forward to a cozy evening. But the exuberant mood was over when the villagers noticed him. Everyone looked around at him, everyone was silent. Kant felt the many looks that pierced him like little daggers as he walked slowly towards the counter. His long cloak hid his sword, but people seemed to instinctively consider him a threat, because no one stepped in his way, rather the other guests didn't seem to know what to do with him. Just like the landlord who stared at him with plate eyes. Kant said slowly, "Good evening, landlord." Apparently, strangers in this village were as rare as a purple cow with advertising for chocolate on the back, thought Kant, when the landlord made no move to say anything ."This is an inn, isn't it?" Asked Kant to provoke the landlord. "What are you doing here, stranger?" Asked a man who suddenly stood right in front of him. Quietly, Kant turned around and looked at his conservative partner. "I want to stay the night and dine here.", He said and looked at his counterpart. The man was his age and had something in common with Kant, because he too carried a sword. But in contrast to Kant, this man wore it openly, so he had to be something like the village policeman, concluded Kant. "You want to spend the night here? Today?" Asked the man and put a hand on the pommel of his sword. "That doesn't work," he said, a bit more threateningly. Kant raised an eyebrow. “No?” Kant took a step back and bumped his back against the counter, but the man followed suit. "No." he said and smiled.
Kant saw the blow of the sword coming, but he took his time avoiding it.When he finally threw himself back, he felt the hot air drawn by the blade on his face. The man was pulled forward by the force of his own blow and Kant, who was now on the ground, turned on his stomach and kicked the man's legs away. With a crash the man fell over the counter and Kant jumped up and drew his sword. Apparently the other guests weren't armed because they all shrank back in shock. The man jumped up again from behind the counter, his sword cut into his forearm. "Get out of stranger," he shouted. Just as Kant was considering how to cope with the situation now, he felt a searing pain on the back of his head and his consciousness was extinguished.
End of the first chapter