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Chapter 4: Pirotess

The wheel of time has started to turn, faster and faster, so that now time moves on and fate takes its course, on and on ...

Raksha straightened up and tried to clear his head, he touched his forehead, wet, was it a dream? No, there it was again, that woman's voice. The young prince jumped out of bed, grabbed his coat just as he was chasing past and stormed outside, because something told the prince with the deep black eyes that he must follow her, at all costs. He jumped onto the booming end of his balcony, his gaze wandered over the large, magnificent city ... He closed his eyes for a moment and let the light breeze of the night brush through his hair. With one leap he jumped from the balcony, did a few somersaults while falling and held onto a pole that protruded from the castle wall. He dropped again and landed safely on his feet.Faster and faster he ran out of town without knowing where it was supposed to go, he just followed the voice of his heart. The cold of the night penetrated his body and made him slower than he actually was. Past the tavern, past all the houses, his way led him to the Gorodos plain, behind the city. His steps slowed, his breathing calmer again.
"Join me...."
There it was again, that voice ...
"Where are you?" Asked Raksha and his gaze wandered around searching.
"I'm here..."
"Great, it's relative here. Can't that be more precise?"
"Then start to see, see and feel myself, then I will open myself to you. Use your magic eye ..."
"Whoever you are," shouted Raksha, "I think that you have a lot to do with the gossip, third eye, pah, that I don't laugh! Show yourself you ..."
The young prince could not finish his sentence when a bright light showed in front of him, which a young woman with pointed, elf-like ears spat out from our long, silver hair.Her dark blue eyes pierced wood, stone and flesh, while her black pentagram on her forehead shone in all directions.
"Raksha, Sesshomaru Erjeijl ..."
Her voice sounded like loud bells and yet it was as gentle as a spring breeze.
The young Shati found it difficult to keep his composure and to keep his twitching jaw in the standard position. He had never seen anything so beautiful and at the same time terrifying, he was paralyzed.
"Bi ... are you a ... a demon?" He started stuttering.
"No, I am one of the seven holy dragons. Pirotess is my name, I am here to complete you, my little one ..."
"Finish? Huh? You're strange, you'd better speak so that even I can understand you."
With a gentle smile, she tilted her head and looked at him with her beautiful eyes.
"You are just as disrespectful as I thought. I have been watching you since you were born and even with my revelation towards you you are still so gruff and suspicious.Hm, I like that, you don't pretend. "
Raksha was about to answer when he was interrupted by a huge explosion. Suddenly he turned around and saw that it was from his hometown.
"What the..."
"Those were your enemies," Pirotess was now standing right next to him, "they attacked your city. They sensed something."
"Express yourself a little more clearly! What did you feel and who are you, Numira?" The young prince hissed and was completely beside himself about her sparse and coded answers.
"No, it's not the demon hunters. It's an enemy that was completely unknown to you until now."
"Grrrr ... I'm sick of your games. I will help my family, if you are on my side, can you help me well, then you would finally make yourself useful."
Raksha had already run a few steps when suddenly Pirotess stood or was floating in front of him. He was horrified, he hadn't even seen how quickly she scurried in front of him."Get out of my way," the young prince hissed, "I have to help my family. I am the prince of Sa-kara'as and I have a job to do."
"Your job now is not to help the ones you love, but to escape from here."
Raksha was almost bursting with anger at this young woman. With a loud scream he revealed his true self and his now silver hats stood to him in all directions, his shining eyes were now gold and the symbol of a dragon had formed on his forehead. Raksha had unleashed his demonic power, which had flowed through the blood of his ancestors for generations.
"Last warning. Either you step aside now or you feel my anger."
The demonic prince's hand rose and he ended up calling an energy ball with a blue aura.
"Raksha Sesshomaru Erjeijl, I repeat; it is not your job now to help those you love."
"You don't want it any other way.Dragon or not, have fun in Nirvana. "
Raksha fired the energy ball and it did not miss its target, but had no effect.
The young prince was shocked and at the same time motionless. This superiority in the face of his "opponent" paralyzed his body and mind.
"You still have a lot to learn, little one. I can see that you will remain unreasonable so that I have no other choice."
Pirotess tensed her muscles and the next moment she gave Raksha such a hard and precise blow in the pit of his stomach that he passed out. She picked up the boy's lifeless body and held out her hand. A kind of gate opened. It was snow-white and unmarked. Its oval doors closed again as Pirotess and the prince passed through.

Erjeijlia was on fire and was literally eaten up by the angry flames. Everyone was busy eliminating the impending danger, except for Eres, who was desperately looking for his little brother.His way led him through burning houses, screaming shatis and soldiers who were about to put out the flames when it seemed like it was impossible. The heat visibly bothered Eres, his condition suffered from the poisonous smoke and the warmth of the deadly red weakened his body. Raksha hadn't been in his room when the fire started, which is unusual since his little brother usually slept like a dead man. On behalf of his father and in his own interest, he had started looking for him and this had been going on for half an hour, but still no sign of him.
"Raksha! Raksha damn, answer me at last! Where are youuuuuuuuuuuuu !!!?"
Ere's steps slowed, his breathing became calmer, and finally he stopped. Wet sweat dripped from his forehead and his otherwise clean clothes were covered in soot and ash. Slowly but surely he realized that Raksha's life did not depend on him at that moment, he was powerless and under the despair that almost overwhelmed him, he collapsed on his knees.In a low voice he said a prayer, in Eres' eyes it was the only thing he could do.


Sequel follows...