The rain had been falling loudly on the city for the past hour. Howling the wind swept through the trees and ruled imperiously until they humbly bowed. The storm raged through the streets like a war that had begun. No stray was spared, no spot remained dry, no tree was upright. Such a severe storm was rare here. But this was one of the days when even this innocent little place was not spared. In complete contrast to the din outside, people sat comfortably in their buildings, listening to loud music or enjoying fun entertainment on TV. Most of them didn't even notice the thunderstorm. Pressed the remote control a few times and increased the volume, the rain was no longer noticeable. A happiness that was only shared with people and their possessions. But the beautiful black cat, who roamed the streets without a owner, only found refuge under a parked car. The rain had soaked them. The wet fur stuck cold to her body and drew any warmth from the slim figure. Her big eyes were fixed on the house across the street. The old walls were bathed in a brittle gray. The window and door were also rotten wood. An invitation for every burglar. But it looked so empty that a thief never felt the need to get in there. No one had lived in this house for a long time. The cat unerringly tackled the wet path and hurried over. With a graceful movement she jumped onto the window sill and looked inside. It was empty there and dark. Only a few wrapped pieces of furniture here and there. The cloths and the floor were thickly covered with dust. Just like you would wish for a haunted house for Helloween. Then suddenly the window opened a crack, as if by magic. Just enough for a bit of light to escape from inside. The cat slipped smoothly inside the building and glanced at the person who was receiving it. A girl in a Victorian dress. Her skin was pale and bluish, as if it had trodden through the deepest snow. The fire in the carmine filled the room with a pleasant warmth. She didn't look wet. In contrast to the black cat that had run through the rain. The mysterious girl closed the window again and sat down in an ornate armchair. In front of her sat a gentleman who had fallen asleep with a book in his arms. When you were quiet you could hear his snoring. Between the two stood a long, narrow table, the place setting surrounding the room with the scent of cake. More chairs around the table were occupied. Toys were loaded with the cake wreath and placed in front of the much too large teacups. The girl lifted the china pot and poured red tea for the teddy bear next to her. The cat started moving again and jumped up from the window.She sat down on the lap of the dark ruffled dress. Two fingers carefully ran along the narrow spine and elicited a purr. She began to loll. The black creature stretched its legs far back. On and on until human feet touched the ground. Hands searched for support in the velvety fabric and a human face surveyed the party with a grin. Nothing remained of the cat shape, nothing except the green eyes, which gave the boy a cheeky look. He crouched on her knees and enjoyed the gentle touch of his sister on his hair. "Let's play something." He asked her. She stared forward without any movement on her face, lifted her cup and sipped it gently. Only by their movement could they be distinguished from the lifeless dolls. She seemed to be waiting for something, but the man in front of her had disappeared into his own world and just left the impression that he was not particularly interested in the tea party. And now he snored louder than ever. “All right, but we play by my rules.” Nodding, the boy agreed and stood up. His hand slipped into his left trouser pocket and pulled out something shiny gold. A watch, which is now on an equally gold chain around his finger. It consisted of two parts, like a hand mirror. Its hands stood still as if it were broken. Still, she seemed of vital importance to him. The girl raised her head slightly and looked at this object. “You want to go back?” The boy grinned. “I'll see you when I pick up my winnings!” He tapped the demand on the hands of the clock and they began to turn wildly. Black smoke clouded his vision and fell over time. When he lay down the boy was on the street. In front of him is an old shed with a large neon-colored advertising sign. "Bernd's" Underneath the word karaoke bar which flared up every now and then. , but didn't really want to. He entered the shop curiously. "No entry for children!" nagged the beer-bellied man behind the counter, who was polishing his glasses with painstaking care. You were here alone. So that made sneaking in as good as impossible. Indeed, the boy was particularly small. He looked just after 10 years. The bartender would certainly not believe that he was already hundreds of years old and that meant he was pretty much out of place in the bar. But this was nothing he couldn't change. Tapping the clock once, it disappeared in black smoke. 1 year, 2 years, 4 years - 8 years passed before he returned. At least in the time the boy was wrapped. The bar was only rinsed a couple of hours. The hustle and bustle was cheerful. Many people had arrived and were in a party mood. Again and again a few people found the stairs to the stage. Two men, who could barely stand on their feet from the binge, made the start.They rumbled loudly into the microphone and sang Wmieder. It was assumed that this duo was unbeatable until a silly, fluffy lady found her way onto the stage. Her singing was grim, so that your toenails curled up. Almost again and again she squeezed forward between the people and screamed out lyrics full of vigor. 'A pressed sausage with a quack voice,' thought the boy, amused. Apparently, the only one who liked the woman. But he was looking for something else for his game. He probably wouldn't win with the silly Plunse. He waited for the introduction. A couple of girls who dared to go on stage, shaken. A couple of guys who acted like Mr. Love or Mr. Cool, but above all a girl with silver-blue hair. She was probably one of the people who stood close to the stage and screamed like little groupies and was the most interesting thing he had found so far. He put the watch back and tied the chain to his pants so he couldn't lose them. Accurately he approached the stage and discovered the entrance to the back, which was covered by a long gray curtain .. Mimi was finished with her song and would step behind the curtain and no one could see her. That would be the opportunity! He could watch them there. He would win the game with her before his sister could even choose her victim. This one time he was sure to win! He disappeared behind the process and looked at the small staircase on which Mimi was just hurrying down. She seemed happy, as always when she was allowed to sing. Just before she ran past him, and just before he could strike, she stopped and looked at him. "Do you want to sing too?" she asked excitedly. The boy shook his head in amazement at the question. "Oh come on! Dare!" "I don't sing," he said decidedly, but Mimi didn't think about giving it loose. The situation was very strange. Usually his operas weren't so trusting. They ran away or tried to fight him if they recognized him, but this girl almost threw herself at him. The next moment Mimi simply clung to his arm and stormily pulled him towards the stage. “Don't worry! I'll also sing along!” Apparently he had no choice, and Mimi couldn't bring himself to her knees either. She pushed past the colorful lady and forcibly pulled the boy onto the stage. The audience looked surprised. Not nearly as surprised as the boy, however. Mimi immediately thought of a song that would fit at this point and called him to the DJ. He inserted the CD and the music played. "The text is there on the screen," she whispered to him and smiled sweetly. It all happened too fast for the boy to really notice what was happening around him.He stared motionless at the display and thought of the clock that he only had to tap. He certainly wouldn't make the mistake again. But before his hand reached it, Mimi grabbed it and pulled it up with him. "ARE YOU ALL IN GOOD THING?" she asked loudly and her small group of fans also stretched their arms and hips scratched. Then Mimi began to sing. Not as pushy and energetic as she had just acted. Her voice was very gentle and tender, she demanded the quiet of the audience. Everything was quiet. Only the clear tone of their melody could be heard. The audience closed their eyes and began to dream. Then Mimi stopped and glanced sideways at the boy. He returned her look questioningly. She giggled softly and nodded again at the screen. The boy's eyes opened. It was his turn ..
Quietly he began to mumble the text in the hope that no one would hear it. But the quieter it got, the quieter the music seemed to get. He would give that to the D.J. pay back for sure. Mimi nudged him with a swing of her hips and looked admonishing. The boy rolled his eyes but then gave in with a smile and sang. Mimi accompanied him.
Suddenly the song seemed to be over too quickly. Together they disappeared behind the process and came down the stairs. The girl by his side was still very excited. She would have loved to run out again. "What is your name?" she asked interested. "Bheliar" he said shortly. "Cyril Bheliar."
"That's a damn strange name! I'm .." "I know, I know!" he interrupted her and smiled slyly. Mimi looked in amazement into his deep green eyes and giggled softly. “Well then, Cy-chan, that's cuter!” She grabbed him and gave him a tight hug. The child of the underworld looked stupid out of the laundry when he and his name were simply tasted. "You're welcome?!" he asked irritated when suddenly a familiar voice called demanding for his sister. “MIIIMIII!” A boy with dark brown hair and a Mimi fan cap came running up to her. Their eyes were the same. That was how Cyril recognized him