stiffness loosened. Ina whined softly when Melina dragged her without mercy over the uneven ground, the sky above their heads came alive with innumerable birds. She pushed open the stable door, grabbed Pascal and pressed Ina onto his broad back, crawled up behind her and trotted out of the stable. She looked back to the courtyard, where the stranger and the crowman stood opposite each other, and countless birds circled above their heads, sending their shrill cries into the night. She clicked her tongue and the lazy cold-blooded horse started moving at a faster pace. Melina had firmly grasped Ina, she was not a good rider, but it was all faster than rushing through the forest on foot. Without saddle and reins, only with the bridle, she had to trust the infinite good-naturedness of her old Pascal.
Pascal braked at the confluence with the main road into town. She looked towards the city, it was a long way and everywhere the birds seemed to be screaming, her heart was racing and she could hardly get a clear thought. But before she could decide in which direction to turn, a shadow appeared next to Pascal, and the cold-blooded horse reared up. Melina and Ina lost their footing and landed hard on the ground. Melina could just roll off before Pascal's mighty hooves caught her head.Dazed she crawled to the motionless Ina, she shook her little one, but she didn't want to move. The Crow Man's face appeared above her. "A little snail, chasing a bet, with the spider, in the gutter. She wanted to win, with no leg, if it wasn't an eighth. She ran and hurried quickly, but she only got to her goal, then it wasn't anymore hell "The man fell silent and laughed to himself. "It was dark, my doves" He lifted Melina by the throat and pulled her to him. "It's not you," he said matter-of-factly and hurled her away. He leaned over to the unconscious Ina and also took her by the neck, checked her face and raised the other hand, in which a dagger flashed. Melina got up and without thinking she jumped at the crow man, who dropped the dagger in surprise. Melina grabbed his arm and tugged, hoping to wrest Ina from his grip. Laughing, he also grabbed Melina by the throat. "Dove, dove, gurr gurr gurru…" he trilled. "Off in the pan, off in the oven, young tender breasts ..." he hissed, laughing, and squeezed Melina off her breath. It threatened to turn black before her eyes when the iron handle suddenly disappeared. She gasped for air, the prongs of her pitchfork protruded from the crow man's chest and at the other end of the fork was the stranger, he seemed injured, could hardly stand on his feet and yet he had followed them. Melina crawled to Ina, pulled her onto her back and stumbled on. She could hardly carry her featherweight, no matter where she was going now, it couldn't be too far, her right leg hurt, she had probably twisted it on impact and she felt sick. She felt her blood run down her cheeks, but she couldn't give up. She stumbled, straightened up again and pulled Ina onto her back again, she still didn't move. In front of her lay a gentle slope and below her the lights of a courtyard.For the first time she felt relief when she saw the lord's imposing estate. She struggled to her feet and stumbled down the slope, with the last of her strength she hit the gate. She sank down on it with Ina. Light fell on the floor, a shadow bent over them. Melina looked relieved into the closed face of Anna, who had been working as a maid at Obig for a little while, evil tongues said that Obig had only ruined the court of her parents in order to get to the daughter. But her mother did not seem to want to grant Obig this and remembered the night she had spent with him a few years ago and admittedly Anna looked amazingly similar to Obig's other daughters. The old man was perhaps unscrupulous, but this was a sin he did not want to impose on himself, he kept Anna as a maid as an act of repentance and instead began to take a liking to the sisters. “Are there any problems?” Anna asked soberly and looked down at Melina and the unconscious Ina. Melina gave a pained laugh. "Looks like it" said Anna darkly and helped the exhausted Melina on her feet.

It has to slowly return to normal, but something like that doesn't work overnight. I will continue to write in the other stories, Inferno shouldn't be the only finished MM-FF of mine, but please be patient with me, it was more than you could take and harder than I ever expected. I know you feel for me, but I ask for your silent sympathy, my dearest friends ... thank you very much again,
hey Illu is back :) I missed you soooo…. !!!!