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Chapter 5: Where Is My Son?

The white city of Erjeijlia had survived the last night quite well and was enjoying the rising sun, which sent its warming rays into every home and heart.
King Ares sat on his throne with his head bowed. His older son stood in front of him and shared the sadness, fear and perplexity of his father, which was reflected directly in his eyes.
"And you haven't found him. But you must at least have a sign from him, something."
Eres bowed his head and said with a depressed expression:
"No, father ... nothing at all. He disappeared without a trace. I searched the whole city and nobody saw him either."
"Then ... he may be ... dead ... but I don't think so. Because if Raksha were dead, I would feel it deep inside, but my heart tells me that he is fine. Me I haven't always shown it to him, but he's my son and I love him very much. "A gentle smile played on the king's lips as he looked into the ice-blue eyes of his firstborn.
"Don't worry Eres, I know he'll be back. Sooner or later."
The conversation between the two of them was interrupted when the captain entered Lives. The tall and muscular Shati greeted his king with a deep bow, took off his helmet and bared his light brown hair.
"My King," he began, "we couldn't find out who was behind the attacks. It seems like there never was an attack."
"Hm, since you are quite sure. Couldn't you imagine that Numira is behind it?"
"No, it is precisely this scrap that I exclude. The Numira are not so well developed to carry out such a strong and insidious blow. No, it was not the Numira, I'm sure of that."
"Strange. Otherwise I can't think of a people who would like to see us on the gallows or even have the strength to oppose us.Anyway, have you heard from my son? "
"No, my king, he can still not be found. I can still ask around, maybe the townspeople will know more."
"Please do that. Don't be afraid of the expense and effort of finding Raksha, Lives."
With a deep bow, the captain withdrew, leaving the king and prince alone. There was an overwhelming silence for a while, until the king broke the silence.
"It's strange..."
"What's strange?" Replied Eres.
"That Raksha left his room in the first place. Either he was kidnapped or something or someone caused him to get out of bed. Wherever he is now, I hope he'll return home soon."

Far away from Sa-kara'as, high up in the wide air, a huge fortress made of steel flew and shared the clouds with their incredible aura. It was mirrored so that no one could see it that easily. In the middle of this colossus sat four shady figures, wrapped in black cloaks, their faces covered by a hooded plaster.A sensor controlled door opened and a tall man stepped through. His whole body was covered with black armor, which he could also mirror at will.
"Greetings Darth Demror, did you find him?", Said one of the bizarre people.
"No, we searched the whole city, but he is nowhere to be found. We thought the fire would lure him out of his hiding place, but puff cake."
"Well, well," said a second, "so you haven't found him."
"That's right. But we will do everything we can to find him."
Suddenly the still very young man was hit by a strong flash of energy that was so hard and cruel that it burned his flesh.
"I hope so for you," said a third, "otherwise it was the last job for you, if you understand what I mean."


To be continued ...