Chapter: First signs

soah, guys, i hope you don't have to forget; -; and I also hope you still don't hate me ... I couldn't / don't want to upload anything because the pc is sick !!!! no ... he WAS sick ^^ enough of the fuzzy words:

* wild key clatter *
Ayumi: Do you hear that too?
Kira: No, we are deaf, remember ?!
Ayumi: * raise eyebrows and look in Kira's direction *
Siri: If you ask me ... that doesn't mean anything good ...
Melanie: Has it ever been? Every time this woman finishes a new chapter, we get new difficulties!
Me: * come around the corner and wave around with a piece of paper * I did it!
Katt: * pull up your arms * Off to the fight!
All: ._.

The small room was cool and damp. It also smelled musty, as if it hadn't been aired for a hundred years. Melanie sat slumped in a corner and listened to the wind, which clearly audibly lashed against the door.
How much time had already passed? Hours? Days? She had lost any sense of time.She only felt this cold, despair and fear. She would have loved to start crying like a little child, but she couldn't muster the strength anymore.
Why was she actually sitting here? These men ... No, they weren't men. Shadow. Bare air that had torn at her, like a storm on a weak tree. In her memories she still clearly felt those shivers that had shaken her to the core with every touch.
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"Away! Just away!" Katt almost tore the hair out of his head in anger. They'd been turning this whole damn lock upside down for hours, but Melanie was gone.
"If you have anything to do with it ..." her eyes narrowed and she threatened Kira with her finger: "Then I swear, by the life of all my soldiers, I'll tear your head off your shoulders!"
“I think you're going to go crazy!” Kira looked down at her like chewing gum on the sole of her shoe and left. If Katt could have done something with a glance, a hole would have burned itself between Kira's shoulders on the spot.She would like to scream! Melanie had disappeared without a trace and that damn Kira didn't lift a finger to help with the search! She should only turn her back so snooty once more when Katt had her entire army behind her. The riders, with their mighty warriors, the archers, with eyes like those of an eagle, the standard-bearers, with the blood-red flag and the seal of Milwakey ... Stop! She was probably going crazy really slowly! But she saw this picture exactly in front of her. The slender, white towers of Milwakey, the most magnificent capital of all countries across the Falcon Sea. The cream-colored palace and its dignified queen. The falcon drone has always belonged to a woman. And herself, kneeling before Queen Aide, one hand on her heart, the other on the tiles in front of the trohn. She had sworn allegiance to this great woman to the death and was proud of it. Again she could bring her good news from the other countries.The civil war in Fönixs would be under control very soon, and those wretched Kanderans would bow their heads before the queen very soon ...
No! It wasn't all right. There was no such thing as a kingdom, let alone civil war or anything. Nor was she the commander-in-chief of an entire army! No! But she could see it so clearly.
"Everything okay, Katt?" Asked Siria, who put a hand on her shoulder: "We will find Melanie, definitely." She smiled like a mother would have done and then left her again, her two wolves followed her Every step of the way, the girl didn't find herself in the end. She should also look, she would find out what had happened to her best friend and she would hold those responsible to justice.
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Because of the loud roar of the wind, she heard the footsteps approaching her late. With every thud of the sole on the stone, the storm in front of the door became more violent.Cold showers ran down Melanie's back and she buried her head between her knees. No ... not again, please not again ... But all pleading didn't help. The door slid open and the wind caught her stiff gliders. There was hardly a finger's breadth of stripe on her body that didn't hurt. When one of those gruesome hands grabbed her and pulled her up, all of her muscles tensed as if trying to resist the movement. She felt how this strange wind, blowing all over the corridors, kept her upright, she would never have been able to stand alone. The shadow dragged her behind as he left the small room. The wind made their movements seem unnaturally stiff and jerky. The passage in front of the dungeon was lit by a few torches. They climbed a steep flight of stairs, the sudden sunlight blinding their red-rimmed eyes.
Unlike the night she was dragged here, the castle was now busier.She could see other of these shadow creatures in the hallways. But not just them. The further they got inside the castle, the more of these strange women with their expressionless faces she could see. Most wore white dresses with different colored hems and matching hairbands and sashes. Others, however, were also quite ordinary, if you included silk dresses and the like, which were certainly older than their grandmother's.
Some of them looked at her with interest as they passed, and she winced at every glance. Especially women with red or dark blue sherps seemed to be interested in her.
The shadow creature stopped, opened a large double-leaf door and roughly pulled it into a large hall. In the midst of hundreds of shelves with the strangest things and twice as many books was a long, sturdy table at which at least a dozen women sat, either reading books or fiddling with some of these things.About a dozen more strolled through the hall, every single woman wore a white dress with a black sherpe, many also had black ribbons plaited in their hair. She didn't seem to notice, except for one who turned away from one of the shelves and came straight towards her. This woman was the only one to carry a long staff that wrapped itself around a ball at the top. Her dress was also different from the others. It was completely black and she wore a white sherpe with strange characters on it. Her dress was slit up to the tailie, so that you could see the white petticoat. It seemed to float above the ground as it approached it. Melanie's heart pounded faster with every meter. These women did not emit good auras.
When the woman began to speak, silk seemed to rub against steel. She didn't speak impolite, but made it unmistakably clear to Melanie which of the two had the higher rank. She introduced herself as the Yuken of the Black Azo'ren.Her name is Intell and she would now lead her to her All-Wise. Melanie didn't quite understand what was going on. She felt fear and anger rise within her, but tried to appear completely relaxed on the outside. Her whole body ached with every step, but this strange wind kept her upright.
Intelligent opened a door without knocking and motioned Melanie to wait outside. After a few seconds the Yuken waved to her in a friendly manner and she carefully entered the room.
The woman who sat behind the massive desk exuded an aura, more graceful than any queen. She wore a simple, gray silk dress with gold embroidery on the sleeves, hem and neckline, but this did not stand in the way of her perfect appearance. She looked down at Melanie disapprovingly with cold black eyes.
"Are you sure, Intell, that you haven't made a mistake ?! This girl doesn't look like she's more important to us than any other farm girl."The woman's full voice boomed in her ears.
Intell performed an elegant curtsey and assured the woman behind the table that she had received confirmation from several of her Chot'sugai.
"There is no doubt, mother. This girl is quite capable of starting the training and in a few years she will be raised to a perfect azo'ren."
Melanie absolutely did not understand what the two women were talking about. What kind of training? And what was there no doubt about?
The All-Wise looked her up and down, appraising and full of cold arrogance.
“Well, I'll introduce you to the Council of Fifteen.” A pleasant smile was reflected on Intel's face.
"But before that happens, make sure that she washes herself and gets new clothes. In this elevator she would only make a fool of me in front of the council! I'll be expecting you both in my study on time for the seventh ring of the bell."
“Yes, mother.” Intell submissively emphasized and again curtseyed deeply.She motioned for Melanie to do the same. She almost fell to the ground trying to imitate Intell and was delighted when the bulky door closed behind her.
As soon as she straightened her shirt a bit, she hesitantly turned to the woman. She was pleased that her voice sounded so firm: "What is actually going on here? I am kidnapped in the middle of the night without noticing it and when I come to, I am surrounded by these shadowy beings who treat me as if I were worth less than the soles of her shoes! And all of a sudden I am being led in front of a queen, although I cannot even stand on my own two feet and should any training start without being asked beforehand? "
She could still clearly remember those fog men who had interrogated her half the night. She was slapped for every unsolicited comment, always with the twisted laughter of those shadows in her ears. It was like they were having fun hurting her.When they were done with her they put her in a small, cold dungeon, with no blankets or anything else to keep warm. She had squatted on the hard floor and cried all night.
Intelligently looked at her blankly. Her answer sounded like explaining to a child why they weren't allowed to throw food around. The answer seemed to be perfectly clear: "You came to us yourself, girls. The Chot'sugai picked you up in the winds. They are sometimes a bit rough, but you survived it, and that only proves that you You can start your training in our castle without fear of the harsh conditions. "She spoke almost like a mother. When she had given her the answer, she turned