"Finally I got to you. Now let me pass." said a young, black-stubborn woman and stood with a determined expression in front of the mythical being what was also known as the dragon of creation. She raised her extraordinarily long and elegantly shaped blade and said: "Let me through immediately or I have to emphasize my words!" The dragon only looked at her appraisingly and replied, slightly bored: It is my job to protect this portal. All living beings always strive for power, how extremely foolish ... "He looked around, the crystals around the portal glittered mysteriously." Let me through, "replied the woman emphatically and unimpressed by the words of the creation dragon Laughed briefly, lifted one of his gigantic, clawed claws and drew back. At the same time the black-haired woman sprinted towards him with her blade raised. Her long hair waved wildly in the air. There was a tremendous explosion of light and sparks, then the woman suddenly found herself in another place. She had landed near a forest. The dragon had carried her here with his powers. "The whole long way, in vain ..." she thought to herself, sticking her blade away and sat slightly acidified under a nearby tree, the water of the lake a little further away glittering in a magical way.
Meanwhile, on a winter evening in the known world, a young woman with long and dark brown hair was reading a book about dragons in her room. "Extremely interesting ..." she said softly and adjusted her glasses briefly. She was interested in mythical creatures, especially dragons. Books like this could be an inspiration for the novel she wrote. And secretly she pondered whether dragons could actually exist anywhere. But these hopes were repeatedly taken from reality. She was nothing special in the sense that she was a person like any other. With the name Erin. She glanced out the window, where snowflakes were whirling around in the night air. The village she was in at the moment was just as quiet and sleepy as it was uninteresting. Erin flipped the book a few pages further, sinking a little into her thoughts.
In the meantime, very close to the black-stubborn woman, a strong, yet benevolent-looking young man, dressed in a white, richly decorated cloak, set off for his destination. He was a highly recognized messenger and had an extraordinary hair color. The characteristic of primitive elves are undoubtedly their silvery gray and beautifully shimmering hair. The messenger seemed to be one, but it had no bright blue eyes but rather its traces of the aurora, a weather phenomenon that sometimes appeared at night in the polar sky. Determined and deliberate in fulfilling his task, he strode forward across the green fields to a lake, the gigantic dimensions of which almost suggested a sea."Have a look when we have a messenger. Then I would like to test you." The black-haired beauty appeared out of nowhere in front of the messenger, with a gentle smile and an interested look she held her blade in front of him. "I don't have time for it. I have to go to the Elf King. And ..." the messenger's gaze wandered around briefly. "... looking for a means of transport across the water." He looked briefly at the young woman. She was beautiful but inspired by a cool manner. Her hair was tied in a loving little braid at the front on one side with a small gold ring at the end, underneath two bundles of hair that were held together with small gold rings flowed over her shoulders and lush chest. Her pretty face with mysterious grayish eyes came into its own because her hair was brushed straight left and right of her face. Around her neck she wore a gold choker that looked very valuable. Her clothes were reminiscent of a kind of black see-through mourning costume, possibly the tight clothing style of the people from which she was descended. In her hair were five strange rectangular silver pendants that were artfully connected with black transparent fabric and were tied at the bottom in a kind of braid. The abdomen was covered by a simple black cloth, held together by a gold pendant with a red ruby, and covered with the same black transparent material as the red lining. Her neckline was quite accentuated, the one below was only sparsely covered with the fabric from which all of the clothing seemed to be made. On her arms she wore black fabric with red rubies and dark gloves and boots made only of the transparent material, with this strange fabric in between. She released her stomach, and over it again the material. He knew this ease from elves, but he had never seen clothing like this before. Where did this woman come from? “I'm sorry. Maybe another time.” He found a small nutshell on an ornate jetty nearby. A boat just big enough to only accommodate two people. The woman followed him. “I'll come with you,” she said coolly to the messenger. He only nodded briefly without changing a face. Both took a seat in the nutshell and put it down.

It might take a while to get to the other bank. There was a city below them. Here you were in the middle of the water kingdom. The black-stubborn woman glanced briefly at the water and the many lights under the surface of the water, then turned to the messenger. Both sat across from each other and looked at each other in silence, then the woman asked: “So you're a messenger, aren't you?” He just nodded. "I have already heard of it. Dear people, these messengers. So your destination is the kingdom of the elves and the palace of the king who is there?" the messenger nodded again, then replied in turn: "You rely on me.I can't let anyone down. And what is your desire "The woman fell silent for a moment, then replied:" I roam the country and practice my skills. I had suffered a major setback earlier. I have made a long journey to the dragon of creation and wanted to enter the portal there which it was guarding. But he did not let me through and brought me here by means of his powers. It was all in vain ... All the effort, in vain ... "She looked a little worried." He had only saved you from one mistake. Do not enter gates to other worlds. Well what's your name actually? After a short silence, the woman replied: "I ... I don't know. I can't remember anything. My memory and memories have been stolen from me ... Who am I ... Where do I come from ... Then I know no answer ... "she was silent, then asked in turn: What is your name? “The messenger thought for a moment, then he said: I don't have one. Just call me ... messenger.” The woman's features hardened a little. "So you don't have a name? Hm ... I read about a legend that one day two legendary messengers will take on their task and spread justice. Could it be ... that you are one of these two? You act Quite mysterious to me. "She leaned forward briefly and looked at him. "No. This legend is a superstition." replied the messenger. The woman looked around briefly. "Probably. I don't believe in it either. Hm ... You are probably a primeval elf based on your hair color." she closed. "Yes. I was once a mercenary. But those days are long gone. I will no longer use unnecessary force, I have sworn to myself" He stroked his short, silvery gray-white hair for a moment. "So mercenaries ..." The woman looked at the messenger briefly and both fell into silence for the rest of the journey.

Suddenly a dragon-like creature appeared on the water. It was a Leviathan. The woman looked at him suspiciously, one hand on her blade. "I have a job to do." said the messenger to the Leviathan. This swam past the nutshell and finally dived back down. The waves he hit made the water choppy. Apparently he accepted this without saying another word. The woman pulled out her blade and examined it briefly while he looked at the fish below. "A good fishing spot. When we dock I'll catch a few fish for a moment. I'm a little hungry ..." he added. "Hm, good." replied the black-stubborn beauty. Finally they arrived. Both got out. The messenger sat down on the bank and took a fishing rod out of a bag that seemed to offer infinite space. Then he started fishing. He used this as a kind of meditation, as the woman noted. She passed the time gazing into the distance and practicing a little with her blade. After a good hour the messenger had caught some and was preparing it over a well-burning campfire, which the woman was building.They ate the fried fish and started walking again. "Thanks for the meal. I think we'll see you again soon." the black-stubborn beauty says goodbye to the messenger. The latter only replied, “If fate will, then it will be determined.” And so both of them went in different directions. The messenger met a kind of magician or priest on the way, completely wrapped in a dark robe and rune symbols on it. He got suspicious. "Nobody is allowed to enter this path." the figure informed him and pointed to a stone route on the sides of which stood demon-like stone figures with eerie faces. They looked like a cross between a bat and a dog. The mouths wide open. "The messenger replied:" I am a messenger and on my way to the kingdom of the elves. Do not worry. I don't want to pay a visit to the temple ... "He looked indifferent as if he felt disgust for this place." Good. Then go on quietly. "Said the figure and then vanished into thin air from one second to the other. The messenger walked on, impressed." Temple ... tss ... "
Erin was still reading the dragon book, a little sleepy. "If they could really exist ..." she wondered. "But of course we exist." suddenly said a voice behind her. She whirled around and couldn't believe her eyes. There on the floor of her room sat a small, greenish shimmering dragon. Its scales resembled tiny emeralds. The eyes were yellow in color, like those of a cat. He looked cute in one way, strong and proud in the other. "Who ... who are you? About a ..." began Erin, and the dragon ended the sentence abruptly with: "About a dragon? But you can see that! Just like the one out there!"