step back. "Ian," said the red-haired shaman. Ian seemed to be his counterpart's name! "Ian", he repeated the name again, "Hûrz salé mump!"
The little man looked a little calmer and stopped tapping the floor nervously with his feet. He always did that when he was worried or nervous, that was such a tick of him.
"Nârkosé alâbamana!"
"Olümölü!" Laughed Ian and helped the red-haired shaman to his feet. However, he buckled and cursed loudly in pain, he was injured, they had completely forgotten that.
"Ugha wuga eleneme hetzhetz!", He shouted very loud in pain and even his demon winced very frightened. The demon boy howled and crawled to his mommy demon.
"Tala? Tala hamala blululu?", Ian asked his shaman, who was Tala, very worried. He cursed again and then got up very heavily and painfully.
Then the demon offered Tala to ride on him, and he patted the animal lovingly and then mounted. So he would be back with his tribe very quickly! He rushed off, the little demon boy running after his mother.
"Oklahoma! We bungung!", Ian screamed in panic and waved his hands wildly through the air, because Tala and his demons had simply forgotten him, but they just couldn't hear him!
He sobbed sadly and a lonely, round tear rolled down his cheek. So he couldn't tell Tala about his observations!And why was he always forgotten?
With his shoulders slumped, he made his way to the village. Sometimes he really had the feeling that nobody really liked him. He always tried so hard!
The poor little one!

Meanwhile, Brooklyn was very excited because they had come ashore and the area looked really just amazing! He had sent a few people out to look for other people while he was watching the construction of the camp. His people got on really fast and the camp made this mess of nature seem much more orderly. That made Brooklyn happy because he was very fond of neat things.
As he was walking around watching Garland stacking the barrels of food, his gaze fell on one of the bushes from which a curious head was looking out!
The head had blonde hair and a nice face, and two eyes - that's when he recognized the dolphin boy! And again he sank into the boy's beautiful crystal blue eyes and a happy smile crept onto his face. He waved happily to his head and a hand grew up in the bush that waved him back!
The two smiled at each other, then suddenly the head disappeared and so did the hand and Brooklyn felt as if someone had torn his heart out. An infinite emptiness spread inside him, he had never felt anything like it. He fell into a very deep hole, from which there was no more escape, his soul was bleeding and inside and outside he burst into tears, this pain was so great. Why did the boy go away?
Then he decided that it couldn't stay that way! He couldn't just let the boy go, he had to go after, otherwise he wouldn't be happy in his life.
Said and done! Without telling anyone, he hopped over to the bush and hurried into the undergrowth, not knowing where to run. After all, the boy had disappeared. So he just ran somewhere hoping to find the boy and actually somebody suddenly threw an apple at him. When he turned to look at the culprit, it was the blond who waved at him and smiled happily! Brooklyn immediately forgot his aching head and was happy.
The boy laughed at him and Brooklyn laughed back. Then he saw the apple he was being pelted with lying on the ground and an idea occurred to him. In a good mood, he picked up the apple, took it out and threw it! He hit the blond boy right on the head, who immediately fell from the tree he was sitting on. He laughed, though, so Brooklyn knew nothing could have happened to the boy. Instead, he just laughed and was happy.
He didn't know for sure, but Brooklyn got the feeling that it felt like this to be free from all worries. And he liked it. That was exactly the feeling he had always wanted!Would he have it more often in this wilderness?
'That would be very nice,' he thought, 'and it would be just as nice if I could see this boy more often. I like him a lot, he's very nice and friendly. '
The boy was fighting his way out of a bush, laughing, and was about to come towards him when someone called his name from behind Brooklyn.
"Brooklyn! Brooklyn, where are you!", A voice called out very loud, Brooklyn said it was Garlands.
The boy was very frightened and disappeared into the trees, and Brooklyn was very sad again. However, he had hoped to see the boy again.
With a very small smile he stroked the bump on his head. Yes, they would definitely see each other again soon.

"Boss! Boss!" A voice called and Bryan looked up confused. He had just been about to cut his toenails. "Boss! Boss!"
"Yes, what's going on?" He asked confused and the person who had called him entered his little hut. It was Spencer.
"It seems that a native was with us in the camp!" He said, completely out of breath. He'd searched the whole camp for Bryan.
Bryan looked at Spencer, startled. "How did you come up with that? Was one of us attacked?"
"No, sir! But we found barefoot tracks in the middle of the camp! One of the men also reported that he saw a little man jumping away from the camp!"
Still panting, Spencer now followed Bryan, who had stood up with a serious look and was now walking out of the wooden hut that his men had built for him. His foot care was finished anyway.
With the teacup in his right hand, he walked with Spencer through the rows of his men.
"Where are the tracks?"
Spencer led him to the appropriate place and Bryan studied the remains of the silent observer. It was very strange that no one had noticed the intruder!
"How could that happen?", He asked with a gloomy expression, "I thought we had guards posted? How can someone just march in and out of the camp like that? Is there an explanation for that ?!"
"BOSS!"
Bryan turned around in surprise. He was quite in demand today, that made the day pretty stressful.
"Boss, you see! We picked up this one a few meters away from our camp!", The blond-haired guard with the Italian accent pushed a small, bound prisoner forward so that Bryan could look at him.
Thoughtfully, Bryan scratched the head of the dragon, which he had tattooed all over his body, and took a sip of tea. The savage that his guard Enrico had dragged him in was really tiny.
Where did Enrico pick it up? He couldn't care less, he didn't like the Italian anyway. He didn't even drink tea!
He knelt in front of the prisoner and looked at him. Somehow he already looked cute, so small, with the funny button eyes, but still small."Who are you? What do you want here?" Bryan asked firmly.
"Vack yes, Masaf acka!" The tiny man hissed at him.
Bryan was astonished to find that the Indian didn't seem to really understand him. Somehow strange, since English was a world language!
With a serious look, Bryan turned to his men and looked at them determinedly.
"Handcuff him and bring him to my tent and post guards in front of it! I want the little Indian to be safe because I want to take him home to show the queen."

While Bryan was drinking tea and brooding over what to do with the Indian and how he could tame his hair, Kai was busy looking the wild beauty who had saved him up and down. He had completely forgotten the time, he was so absorbed in the sight of the stranger, and so he hadn't even noticed that half an hour had already passed!
It could certainly have passed a lot more time, because he had never seen anything so beautiful and just couldn't get enough of it. But the stranger looked impatient and looked at him doubtfully, as Kai pulled himself together and looked into his wonderfully shining eyes.
"My name is Kai, what's your name?"
The person opposite frowned and Kai crept into the horrible assumption that the person opposite might not speak any Spanish!
Spanish was such a widely spoken language, and the Spanish royal family was one of the most important in the world!
"Do you speak Spanish?" He asked carefully the wild beauty, who looked at him strangely and scratched his tiger, which purred like a cat and lay on the ground, rolling and being happy.
"Kan han Jing? Okiki Olkilu?", But the savage only asked and tilted his head thoughtfully. Kai sighed sadly, he probably didn't understand!
He thought for a moment, but he wouldn't be Kai if he wasn't clever enough to come up with something else! He didn't necessarily need a language to make himself understood.
"Kai!", He said and pointed to himself, then he smiled at the black-haired man with his brightest smile, who seemed impressed. "Ray!" He said and pointed to himself.
"Driger!" he then called, pointing to the purring tiger. He smiled at Kai too, and Kai felt like he was melting. The ice-cold wall that he had built around himself in all these years in the presence of his men suddenly crumbled to dust and his heart was soaked with this sight and the great feelings that Kai had with it.
He knew that he no longer had to be so manly and no longer had to seem so invincible. His smile widened even more and he stood up laughing.
He already knew that he loved this country more than anything! Oh, life had to be wonderful here, he was quite sure of that. Here he could be whoever he wanted, here he could be himself and didn't have to pretend.It was really beautiful.
As he was lying in front of himself, he wished he and Ray would become friends. He liked the stranger and his pet very much because they were very friendly. Ray was also very handsome, and Kai was very fond of good-looking people.
Suddenly someone called his name behind him, he thought it was Kenny.
The savage looked up, startled, said something to him, and then rode off on his tiger. Kai stayed behind, sad. Now he couldn't look at Ray anymore.
But for that he rebuilt the wall very quickly and acted again very manly and mysteriously, so that he did not lose face in front of Kenny. Then he turned and