First of all, thanks for my first review on this story. ^^
I am happy to have won someone over for it. bows like a bow

I hope that I can continue to make it exciting and interesting ... even if the other chapters will always take a while in the future, because I also write to other fanfic s. ^^

so then it goes on.
have fun with it...


and you will find ...

further seen from Skyla's point of view ...

At the same moment as I see it, I catch his gaze ... he looks completely bluntly at me and Ashuram ... flashing dark amber eyes ... and an almost arrogant smile suddenly appears on his thin lips.

I can already see from his look that this is no coincidence ... he knows us ... but where from?

His almost intrusive, curious look follows us more than conspicuously when Ashuram just carelessly walks past the guys and completely ignores them, as if it hadn't been. Nevertheless, I can clearly feel the inner unrest that is beginning to germinate in him ... after all, I have known my foster father long enough for that.

Amazed and quite contrary to his reaction, I stare back briefly and thus directly at the light-haired giant with the clone warrior figure. I return his searching look, something about it made me extremely curious.

It's like I know him, but that can't be ... no at least not in this life!

However, he gives me another short, really insolent grin and then just turns around, almost immediately afterwards he disappears from my field of vision beyond recognition in the shadow of the next row of houses.

So I hurry to catch up with Ashuram as quickly as possible.

"Did you see him?"

I ask my quasi addoptive father and teacher quickly, my heart is pounding with nervousness until it bursts in my chest.

Ashuram shakes his head briefly.

"Who are you talking about?"

Instead, he replies to me, seemingly completely uninvolved and in no way in the way I would expect. A strange feeling suddenly creeps into the pit of my stomach unintentionally. Ashuram is lying to me ... deliberately ... I know and the worst part is the disgusting fact that he has never done this before.

I am therefore obviously energetic.

"Ashuram you know exactly WHOM I was talking about!"

I growl softly to myself, I'm pissed off at having been so deliberately abused.

All of a sudden he stops.

Then he turns around in a flash and before I can also stop, he stops me with a not exactly gentle hand gesture, in which he roughly grabs my arm.

"SKYLA ... never speak of it again, have you heard?

NEVER AGAIN!"

He hisses at me unmistakably and with flashing eyes. I am completely overwhelmed by his suddenly rising anger and so I just nod hastily, unable to answer even a single note.

Without saying another word, he lets go of me, turns around and just continues through the darkness ... his steps resolutely follow the dirty road, as if he had a plan, yes, as if it were programmed into it.Sighing softly, I finally follow him strivingly but with clearly sagging shoulders. I just can't get what I've just seen out of my head, as much as I want it, I can't shake it off ... at least not as easily as Ashuram might imagine.

I saw this young man, the dragon was on his arm ... L e b e n d i g!

I know exactly ... so why is Ashuram lying to me so deliberately ...

...Why?

A question that shouldn't open up to me for the time being ... at least not at the moment!


... at the same time in another place ...

Meanwhile, Ashuram and Skyla do not notice that they are being carefully scanned by several pairs of eyes!

"... do you think I can distract the old man and prevent him from approaching the shadow path further?

Do you think he has any idea what he's doing? "

November gray eyes seek those of my older sister in the dark.

"W A S .... what do you dream of at night ... little brother?

Ashuram?

That I don't laugh ... didn't you listen to Laukara ... HE is the best ... the very best! You will neither be able to deceive nor defeat him .... so please keep your feet still Bracu! "

Is the expected rebate for that.

A quiet grumbling about this prompt reprimand pours out of my chest as my gaze continues to follow the two very conspicuous figures with interest. I can almost see the bright aura that surrounds the old man ... a fascinating spectacle ... and rare!

Does he see US that way too?

A question that I cannot answer so spontaneously.

At about the same time, with the same breath, half of my attention is directed, albeit with only moderate interest, to the eternal argument between my older sister and my equally annoying cousin Draco.

Who, as usual, can neither behave nor hold back.

"WHO is actually the little one who is with him? I saw her before! Hey she's very pretty ... AND one more thing, SHE has an aura ... like us!

How that .... is THAT not just an ordinary person ?! "

Does he suddenly interfere without being asked, as if to make himself important ... but then my sister is already rubbing his mouth.

"What do I know Draco ... can I see clairvoyantly or what? Oh yes, and by the way THAT was a really great action by you earlier and so extremely inconspicuous ..... Weak! With that the hunter noticed us, you can me reveal how we can get the two of them to Laukara without causing a major stir? "

My sister falls silent, her midnight black, crescent-shaped eyebrows contracting suspiciously, but not taking her eyes off Draco.

But he counters, as expected, quick-witted and arrogantly arrogant ...

... ..the ASS!

"Oh shut up dearest Ravenna, what do you know about it ... you better be careful not to lose it yet.

Let the other thing be my concern! "

A low, mocking laugh is all he gets from my sister for it.

"Tzzeeeee ..... yes I can hardly wait!"She then whispers to me softly, so that I suddenly have to snort off as well. It takes a while to get myself under control again enough that I don't have to grin anymore. Draco looks at me ... if looks could kill I would drop dead on the spot. But I already know that well enough, so his stupid, super-cool demeanor hardly upsets me.

"So before you two chaos argue about how best to do it, I suggest, for the sake of simplicity, that I take it in hand and first send Hugin as a scout?

Then we'll see!"

Seconds later, I propose hastily but resolutely in order to finally calm the two brawlers.

Ravenna pouts. Draco looks at me suspiciously at first, but then he starts off.

"Yes, and WHAT is this stupid, clever raven supposed to do better than us?

Raven boy ?! "

He continues with the usual cynical sarcastic undertone.

"Well, HE at least knows when he should shut up the best!"

I counter dryly ... which my oh so great cousin doesn't like at all.

I get a spontaneous hiss from him for this.

"You have been better before .... Dragon! And now shut up ... both of you ... you can hear us, do you want to risk that he will discover us ahead of time?"

Ravenna growls noticeably annoyed again, giving us a stern look from her dark amethyst eyes.

I shrug my shoulders briefly, a sign that Draco's presence doesn't amuse me, but my cousin isn't easily satisfied just yet.

But when he is about to start saying something again, my scout comes sailing silently through the darkness towards us and a moment later sits down directly on my right shoulder without making an unnecessary noise.

I feel its weight ... feel its wings fold in a rustle as he sits down confidently. A quiet clatter of beak and a brief, familiar, tender nibble on my shirt collar tell me that it has returned to me unscathed.

With a crooked grin, I half turn to Draco ... which he acknowledges with an annoyed growl.

Hugin is sitting on my shoulder as if nailed to the ground and watching the comic scene from a safe vantage point, from here the raven can see everything without any problems. I see how the faint lantern light breaks in his dark, button-like eyes. The large raven with its beautiful, shiny blue-black plumage does not let its surroundings out of sight for a second.

The reason for this has long been known to me like in my sleep, he primarily looks for shadow beings ... because THAT is his main task.

Yes he is my friend .... no actually he is more than that .... a companion and he is something very special! HE is one of the so-called Odin's birds .... one who can literally see the darkness ..... and into the future.

Well, at least that's what you say ... rumor has it.So far he was more like my buddy, my helper in dire straits against the Mograij .... the shadow creatures, mostly there to get me out of trouble, as so often, when things got tough again ... or me too to warn.

But today?

Today the bird has been so nervous all day ... I couldn't keep it in place ... Damn I don't know why, but there is something in the air.

At the same time, Ravenna's harsh words are rudely tearing me out of my thought processes.

"And what is ... you don't want to let Hugin check what's going on? I mean, Ashuram will probably least expect HIM right?"

I nod briefly ... then I let the extremely clever bird take a seated elegantly on my outstretched left arm, close to the wrist, which he then does with a gesture, albeit a somewhat unwilling one.

I look at him ... while doing so, briefly stroke with my right hand in a trusting admiration over his shiny, soft plumage.

"You know what to do?"

That's all, with these brief words I let him fly out into the darkness again just seconds later. With the disgraceful hope that he will be able to find what we are looking for ..... have been looking for so long!

to be continued...?