2. the escape
The hedge in front of the window offered me protection in time, because as I had feared, they came running up and the first place they looked was exactly the shattered window. No sooner had I pulled my foot under the undergrowth than I saw the head of one of the murderers! He searched all the way down to the street, but looked in vain. The hedge covered every part of my body with its thick branches. And before he had time to get out of the garage, I was gone. Behind the garage was a secret passage that my beloved parents had set up just for this purpose. Yes, they had thought of everything and I had destroyed everything by a single slip of the tongue ...
But now I didn't have time to feel guilty, I had to hurry.
I looked for the entrance, opened it and quickly slipped inside. From the inside I closed the entrance and not a moment too early, because the steps of the black men were already hurrying over me.I descended the stairs in the corridor and followed him.
It was dark in here and I couldn't even see my own hand in front of my eyes.
I felt my way along the walls ...
After endless hiking, it seemed to me that I finally reached the exit. This was just so illuminated by an oil lamp that you could see some outlines.
A huge gate loomed in front of me. It appeared to be made of wood, and the decorations carved into it took my breath away! I went closer and then I saw that these delicate, curved shapes, with the golden borders, are not decorations at all, but strange letters. These letters, they looked familiar to me, but where did they come from ...
Then I remembered an evening two years ago when my mother told me a story about witches being persecuted by an evil lord. There was a little girl who was supposed to save them all from him, "the chosen one". And these witches had a special language in which they communicated, which they called "magistorical".My mother even taught me this language.