So now we come to the third chapter and there are still no vampires, but they will come, don't worry ^^



The dream weaver

They are called dreams, mirrors of the soul. But this is only part of the truth. They are fragments from the other parts of our soul. Reflections of our experiences, our feelings and thoughts from our previous existences.
I went to the dream weaver, aware of all of this, in the hope that she could explain my dream to me, reveal the meaning. She rarely did it, and when she did, then only in puzzles. I stepped up to her and knelt down. Even though I had entered completely silently, I knew that the weaver had noticed my presence.
She stood in front of a black marble altar. Five white candles were placed on it. There was a candle on each corner of the marble slab. The last white candle, which was also decorated with golden threads, stood in the middle. The weaver sang softly a melody unknown to me and ran her hands over the candles. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but I knew exactly.

It was several thousand years ago when I was called to see her. That's when I met her for the first time and didn't know how to behave.
At that time I was still terrified of the afterlife. I was taken to the weaver's town, Arosa, in a small boat.
There are only two ways to get from one afterlife to another, either by boat or through the gates. Few of us are able to do so, and even fewer dare to pass through the gates. The worlds are also connected by gates, only these connections are permanent. So it is easier for us demons to move from one world to another. These paths were created by the Council of Time, a mysterious Cyrkel that had not been found since the creation of the gates. A legend has it that he with a pure heart, in the greatest need of the worlds, will find the Cyrkel to save the worlds from destruction.
At that time I still believed in such things and since I did not have enough power and courage at that time to open a gate and walk through, I took the longer and safer route. Of course, you couldn't travel on this trip without anticipating dangers, but which trip was harmless? So if you weren't careful you could plunge into the sea of ​​blackness. Once you got in you never got out again, so it was said. Nobody knew what would happen to you when you sank. Some thought you were dying, others thought you would become a deity. Because of this, beings sometimes threw themselves into the sea of ​​blackness, either to die or to become immortal.
I didn't believe any of the guesses. Actually, I didn't want to think about it more precisely and was just glad to have solid and reasonably secure ground under my feet again.Although the cities were enthroned on islands in this sea, it occasionally happened that parts of an island suddenly sank.
This usually happens in the poor quarters, when they can no longer even afford the divine light. Every year everyone has to pay protection money so that the priests could renew their blessings and so that the Divine Light could continue to exist. So for another year it was ensured that the plot of land was kept on the surface by the Divine Light. To put it in the words of the priests of light: "In order to protect yourself and your loved ones from EVIL, which lurks in the dark of the sea, which plunges the unbelievers into the dark, the property must be cleaned every year anew from the evil thoughts and deeds Greedy fat sacks, enrich themselves from the helplessness and fear of others. Preach water and drink wine. Sometimes it also happened that parts of the better parts of the city sank, but this usually had less to do with money and more to do with political matters.
At that time I thought differently, but then I was still inexperienced and young.
I moved slowly through the narrow streets, always uphill, towards the tallest building. The temples of the priests of light, no matter in which city, were black, so that the divine light should shine even more, because through the small victories against the dark, fought day after day in these temples, the divine light should strengthen to that To be able to defeat dark on a large scale
Nevertheless, I was always afraid to enter such a temple. I was afraid of failing the exam that every guest at the temple must take. Back then I went to prayer every day so that the darkness inside me would not seduce me and draw me to itself. I was sure at the time that we demons were creatures created by darkness who had turned to the light, but who still carried evil within themselves and were always in danger of being conquered by it. The exam was actually easy and yet I was always afraid that I would no longer pass it. One only had to cross the threshold of the temple. It was said that whoever was devoted to evil would be destroyed by the divine light on the threshold.
So it was not surprising that I was in no hurry to get to the temple and instead went to see the city and the shops. In contrast to the temple, the rest of the city was dressed in white. Those who could afford it painted their doors and windows with bright colors and wore brightly colored clothes. The choice of clothing color underlined the respective stand. Yellow symbolized the highest stand and dark blue the lowest. Nobody was allowed to wear white and it was considered a sinful sin to paint one's doors and windows black. No one wore black clothing for the same reason.I wore a lime green party with cutouts for my wings and brown trousers. So everyone could see straight away that I was not of high rank, but neither was I a poor person or an outcast. Just an ordinary young demon. As ordinary as a white-winged demon looked. It wasn't until I got older that my wings would gradually turn grayer and eventually black. That was the day that I feared most because I thought it was the day that evil would rule me. My master tried to talk me out of this, but he couldn't.
At this time of day, when I was strolling through the city, the red and green tones predominated, later it would be more the darker ones. Only poor people or criminals wore purple or dark blue. Dark blue was almost as hated as black. Those who had to wear dark blue rarely managed to gain a firm foothold again. People mostly only sat yellow on holidays, when the pale priests came out of their temple. Of course, there were gradations of every color, such as orange. However, for someone new, like me, it was easier to first remember the levels of the seven basic colors and not to sink into the tricky colors of politics. Depending on how certain colors were combined, it was signaled which job you were doing. If yellow was worn with a purple sash, it meant that this person was one of the seven high priests. Brown was the so-called neutral color, it said nothing in particular.
Eventually I got to the temple whether I wanted to or not. I arrived in the dark, pillared courtyard. I shuddered at the sight. Had it not been for the artificially created sphere that functioned as the sun and that hovered over the city, I would have found myself in complete blackness. It was already so dark around the island, the sea, the sky, everything black. So why did you have to create more darkness? Such thoughts haunted my head as I slowly headed for the double doors.
Both doors were made of one piece. Various battle scenes from the history of the priesthood of Divine Light were depicted on them. At eye level one saw the most rum-rich battle. A rider speared at a wild gallop, with his spear, a monster lying on the ground. I could literally feel the pain in my throat, as if I was being impaled by the spear myself. The monster speared through, a bull with a snake head, eagle wings, scorpion tail and deer hooves, was the incarnation of evil. I knew the story of Gabrielle the Archangel repelling evil. I didn't want to do the picture to myself any longer. So I went quickly to the doors, opened one carefully and slipped inside.

I was torn from my memories by the movement in front of me.The dream weaver fixed her gaze on me and was as if she could see right through me
. "You are dominated by dark thoughts. Learn to control YOU."
"Yes, weaver. But my concern is ..."
"That you would like to have this dream explained by me. I know it, knew it before I sent you the dream."
"Then can you help me?"
"No, the meaning remains hidden for me too. The only thing that is certain is that disaster threatens and it is time for the ONE."
"With all due respect, but doesn't the ONE have to be found for its power to awaken?"
"Certainly."
"But what does that have to do with my .."
"Dream to do? Just everything. YOU are chosen to find the ONE. As you can see, I was dreaming when you walked in. Your future is veiled, but what is certain is that it is intertwined with the ONE."
"So do I have to find her?"
" Yes."
"How am I supposed to find her?"
"Don't look for her"
"But you said .."
"I know what I'm saying! Your heart has to find it, only when you are calm and without haste can you listen to the voice of your heart and find it. You will know who it is when the time is right. Well go. "With that, she turned around and began singing again.
I got up slowly. The visit had been even more unpleasant than I had hoped. So I left the temple and came to the same courtyard as then. He hadn't changed at all, I felt even more for it. I was no longer a young, helpless Idea of ​​Demon. Now I was feared, like any other adult demon, maybe even more, and I was proud of my big black wings.
I would put the plan I had before my dream into action. I would kidnap this human loser into our world and for that I would first tackle little Cloudia. I was mean and sneaky as I liked it. Should the ONE cross me. If the weaver said I should wait until I met HER, I would certainly not stay idle. I should find her with my heart as if I had a heart. So my name was Baltasar, I had no heart and was angry