thoughts and feelings of living beings. And just like every human being every person wishes to win, to conquer, to stand proudly with a crown on his head over the vanquished and to play with them. From life we ​​came into being and with it we will perish. "

Slowly the words of her master penetrated her ear, seeped like hundreds of raindrops through the clayey earth into her head, and fed there the invisible source of her understanding of his person, his position, his brothers, and, as the strange, incomprehensible images of the unknown Events that she witnessed during the presence of death passed before her mind's eye, his duties here on earth, and began to understand what she had done when she fell in love with the war, but understood even less than ever before why he had made her, the simple peasant girl from the nearby village, his apprentice, why he had fallen in love with her, especially with her.

"You start the wars," she concluded, pale with horror, and looked at him fearfully. "You start the wars, like in the desert, when you killed the bandits, no, they weren't bandits, they were guards?And then do you feed on the suffering that you have caused? "

"What?", The young man replied angrily and confused about the conclusions of his apprentice, but at the same time laid his hand on the young woman's trembling hands. "How do you get that? People long for wars, that's what I live for; and people start wars, I supervise, I just control them so they don't get out of hand - wait! Where, how can you, the desert? How can you." know about the incident in the desert? That was long before you were born! "

As if the young man had burned himself on the hand of his companion, who carried the licking fire of her being, he drew his own hand, which he had offered her as a token of his benevolence, startled from her, only to put his hand in the midst of her Find movement captured by their hands. She held her husband's hand firmly in her own hands, giving herself the security she longed for, enjoying his touch, that power emanating from every pore of his being, as she tried to put into words to grasp what she did not understand herself.

"I don't know," she began hesitantly and showed him the truth of her words not only through her direct look into his azure eyes but also through her aura, which she no longer tried to tame, but let it lash out freely. "When I looked the old man in the eye, my eyes were blurred for a few seconds and I saw strange things; I knew they were true, although I can't tell you how or why I saw them in the first place."

"Interesting," he breathed when he had listened to her words, and looked thoughtfully out the window over the lake, which had disappeared in the dark of the night, before the warm hands of the young woman, who still held his hand in their beloved captivity brought back a loving pressure from his distant world of thoughts to her. "What?"

"I asked you if you knew what that was," she repeated her question, which the black-haired wizard had obviously not noticed.

"No," he replied curtly, but with a magical smile that told her that he had still not been able to shake off his strange thoughts, and that his meager answer was not to be understood as the end of the conversation.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Yes, no, maybe," he said thoughtfully and got up again, but this time to restlessly trot back and forth in the living room of the hut. "I don't know what that was, but I think I have read or heard something similar somewhere at some point, but I can't remember. I only know that it was about very special people or beings. The more I feel try to find the answer, the further it seems to be - it is maddening! "When Ranma stood in front of the fireplace in frustration, folded his arms behind his head and bit his lower lip, he felt two slim arms wrap around his muscular torso for the second time that evening, opening him up for the second time that evening his mind tore, and his body seemed to warm for the second time that evening, so that a comforting shiver crept up to his toes and banished the frustration from his head. He gently took the young woman's hands in his own and squeezed them to thank her while her hot breath tickled his earlobe as she whispered tempting words that he almost didn't hear as he was only focusing on the presence of the young Woman, focused her body pressed against his.

"Sometimes it's better to think about other things, because then the elusive thoughts appear on their own," she advised him before resting her cheek on his back. "What did you mean when you said special?"

"Especially," he whispered into the warm air of the hut. "Seeing the past requires a special person, someone who has predispositions that make him a very special person."

"But how am I supposed to be special?" She asked him sincerely. "I'm just…"

"You're not just a simple peasant girl," he contradicted her before she had even a chance to express her thoughts, her fears, and turned in her embrace so he could look her straight in the eye, those beautiful brown ones Eyes that reminded him of the naturalness of the earth, but also of the incomparable power of the moving masses of the earth. "Do you think I would have accepted you as my apprentice if you were just a simple girl from the neighboring village? No, when I saw you for the first time, I felt an unprecedented potential slumbering within you, just waiting to And how special you really were was revealed to me when I saw your reflection after your bathroom: It didn't show you what was, but what could be. It showed you a possible future! "

"But if that's true," she said in amazement and pulled her hands from his back to his chest to let him hold her instead of holding him, "then why didn't you tell me about it?"

"How should I if I didn't know what was happening myself?" He apologized for his silence with a question, while he enjoyed being close to her. "Every moment that you weren't with me and those wretched supplicants left me alone, I tried to put these parts together into a whole that could explain to me who you are or what hidden talents lie dormant in you. I have studied old and new scriptures in equal measure in the hope of discovering something; to this day I have been unsuccessful, but perhaps through my brother's visit I have gained an important part in it. ""What did your brother actually want here?" Asked the young woman, who felt so secure in the arms of her master, as if his being, in whose midst she was, an oasis of silence in the middle of a raging storm, but she felt it suddenly, as her words caused her husband's muscles to cramp. "What's happening?"

"He opened my eyes," Ranma growled and stepped back from the embrace so that Akane stared at him in confusion.

"What's going on?" She asked again and looked at him worried. "What did he open your eyes for?"

"He showed me that we are needed," he pressed out of his clenched teeth, emphasizing the two syllables of the penultimate word without looking at them.

"What do you mean?" Akane asked, confused, forcing him to look into her eyes by taking his cheeks in her palms and tilting his head towards her. "What's going on? How can you and your brothers be used by someone?"

Slowly but firmly, the young man wriggled his apprentice's grip, clenched his fists, and closed his eyes, trying to escape the constricting feeling of their touch, the sparse space of the little wooden hut, the one-sided constriction of himself all that invisible iron chains that tied him to his form could not be shaken off. After a few moments he shook his head sadly and walked slowly towards the table, from which he took the leather book, and his following words seemed to be directed more to it than to the young woman who had asked him the question.

"God," he said disparagingly, looking at the book with such disgust that Akane feared he would immediately throw it into the blazing inferno of the fireplace. "He calls us and we should obey."

With a single thought, a repetitive question about the absurd, ludicrous tracks her life had gotten into in the last hours of the day, the young woman stumbled in disbelief two steps back from Ranma and the book until she stumbled against the edge of her chair and fell on him; Sitting there she closed her beautiful eyes for a brief moment and breathed deeply in and out to calm her heart beating too fast with excitement, while she tried to get the thought out of her mind and instead gave her Master an appropriate response give.

"God?" She asked. "God exists?"

"Yes and no," he growled, not noticing how shocked the young woman was at his answer. "I told you that we have watched the emergence and disappearance of countless so-called gods. All of these gods did not come into being as supernatural beings at some point, but were born as simple people with special talents; some were particularly strong, others clever, still others skilled in handicrafts or other things.Because of these talents, they were worshiped and eventually worshiped. "

"But how is a person supposed to become a god?", Akane interrupted him, still deeply shocked, in an incredulous voice.

"They were made just like us," he said, looking at her for the first time since getting the book. "A worship, a prayer, is basically nothing more than a subconscious wish, a desire and when enough people worship a so-called God, longing for a higher power, then the soul of the one being adored absorbs that desire, that wish, those emotions, gets bigger, stronger, until, as long as enough people believe in him, he becomes a supernatural being, cursed to dwell on earth until he becomes human again and can die. "

"So, so there is a god, but he won't help us when we need him?" Akane tried to understand what he had told her.

"Power corrupts every soul," he replied apologetically, seeing how worn out his apprentice looked. "God