friend.", He said and the grin gave way to a businesslike expression. Devon sighed softly and pulled a purse from the inside of his cloak. With a considerable ringing, he dropped the bag on the table. Corrib folded his hands on the tabletop and continued.
"According to my reliable source, I know Rownen is in the north of England. It leaves a trail of destruction and death. Many citizens went into hiding when they heard he was nearby. They hid their cattle, their crops, and theirs Belongings, but he found everything and killed most of them. He is supposed to be in the Penrith area. The Senate wants to see him dead, but the council doesn't. On what order are you chasing him? I know that you are well disposed to Arva, but Darius Not.Jacob rather sticks to Darius, so I know that Arva was outvoted. You don't like Darius because you suspected he was in league with Rownen. You don't care much for Jacob either. So you can only proceed against Rownen on the instructions of the Senate. In this way I know in turn that the Senate is acting behind the back of the Council, or upon consultation with Arva. You are of course sticking to Aarenth, who is of the same opinion as you and Her Highness. That suits you, of course, since you can now use every man and every weapon of the authorities to get to your goal, am I right? ", Oookey, I hadn't understood anything at all about anything the redhead had said, but apparently he was right, because I could pretty much watch Devon's eyes widen until he lowered his gaze in resignation, and his hands apparently seemed quite interesting. He sighed again and looked up again. "Yeah, you're absolutely right. Do you have anything else for me? "he asked, grinning. But Corrib shook his head." No, that was all I know. ", Devon poured himself another glass of whiskey and emptied it, then he got up, pulled the hood down over his face so that I could no longer see it. In between I noticed that his gaze kept coming to me, almost as if he was secretly watching me. I thought nothing more about it, and now watched Corrib who also got up, fished some of the coins out of the bag and threw them on the table. "I invite you. "he said and Devon nodded. Corrib went to the door but the dark blonde paused at his table and stares in my direction." Are you coming or what is it? "asked Corrib. Devon limited himself to a shake of his head. The redhead shrugged and walked outside. The cloak-wrapped Devon came up to me. Oh God. Will he kill me now because I overheard him?"Oh god in heaven protect me, I pleaded silently. Devon sat down next to me and stared at me, his brown eyes glowing as if lit from within with a lamp. "Who are you?" He asked sharply, and I winced. "Show me your face," he demanded. As if by itself my hands pulled the hood back and my brown hair fell loosely to the front. I could have sworn he looked surprised for a split second, but immediately he had his features under control again. When I remained silent, the glow in his eyes died away and they became freezing cold so that I got goose bumps. "You are not human. You are a kind of demon, as far as I can tell. And now tell me your name, demon." I looked at him startled. How could he know that I am not human. "How do you know that?" I asked breathlessly, he smiled but didn't relax. "Let's say I have a talent for it. Tell me your name now or you will be sorry." With every word his voice became sharper and colder. I swallowed hard and opened my mouth. "Raya. My name is Raya and who are you?" I asked and took courage from the smile he gave me. "That doesn't matter. I want to know why you overheard me and my friend. Who do you work for?" I stuck my chin out defiantly. "I don't work for anyone.", Devon's face got harder and harder and lost all friendliness. Suddenly I felt something metallic on my stomach. I looked down at myself and saw the dagger he was holding to my stomach. "Tell.me.for.women.you.work. Come on." I got up. "I said before, I don't work for anyone. And now I'm going to see goodbye." I strutted outside and watched the sun go down. Devon appeared out of nowhere right in front of my nose, and I never saw him, just ran into him."Ey it fits .... ohh, you are, would you please get out of my way, I have to go somewhere." He grabbed my arm. I stared at his hand but he just didn't take it away. "You're not going anywhere until I have my answers," he said. I swallowed and decided that I couldn't stand him that much. "If you don't let go of me right away, I'll start screaming," I warned him. But he was not impressed. “The people here, but too much respect and fear of me to prevent me from doing anything.” I looked at him with wide eyes, I was just about to say something when a black figure appeared at the end of the alley. I stared at this gesture, it gave off a rather uneasy feeling, it reminded me of death and pain. My heart started racing and my breathing became irregular. I had completely forgotten about Devon. My brain told me to take my legs and run away. I couldn't move a millimeter, however. My muscles denied me any desire. Fearful I looked at the figure that was coming closer and closer. Next to me, Devon began to curse like anything else. "Wh-who is d-that?" I asked, pointing with my shaky hand at the stranger. "You don't want to know that, and now get out of here. Run," I didn't let myself be told twice.
I ran as hard as I could, regardless of loss. Which brought me insults and wild gestures. But at that moment I didn't care. I ran through Abbedon towards the castle. I kept looking over my shoulder and stumbling here and there. I raced through a small forest and got stuck here and there on a branch or on a thorn. When I finally stood in the castle courtyard, I was breathing quite hard and my heart was racing. I even wanted to know what I looked like. Surely totally scratched and the hair sticking out in all directions.I looked around and examined the risque castle that looked even creepier up close than it did from a distance. The dark clouds over the highest tower gave me goose bumps. Crows flew high above like in tales of a haunted castle.
Around the whole castle there was a wall that was about 5 meters high. The dark walls glowed conspiratorially in the twilight. The gate was made of solid oak. There were 2 towers on each side, when a ghostly noise came on a tower window, I squeaked and ran quickly towards the gate. I kept looking around furtively, there was something strange here. I felt that I was entering a world that I had no idea about. The front was covered in ivy and looked quite nice if you ignored the creepy noises. I looked around once more and pushed the wooden gates a crack a crack. Squeaked as if it hadn't been opened for centuries. Then I slipped in and closed the door behind me. And then I stood in the entrance hall in total darkness and paused there.
"Great, how am I supposed to find the right door now?", I asked myself. "I can show it to you if you want, MyLady", I whirled around screaming, and ... didn't see anything. Confused, I looked around and tried to see something in the dark. In vain. "H-hello?" I asked in a shaky voice. "Man Raya, what's the matter with you? Otherwise you're not so scared either, I said to myself.", The wind had only played a trick on me, that was all.
"Well, I can't judge what's going on with you. But you make a healthy impression on me. Should I lead you to the portal or not? I don't have all day." That creepy voice again. When I turned my head to the left - the Simme came from this direction - I saw a man with a ruff and very old-fashioned clothes. And what was strangest thing about it was it was see-through.For a moment everything spun, then I started again and stared at the man with wide eyes. "S-you are d-d-vicious .." I stuttered, pointing a trembling finger at him. He just smiled. "Indeed. I am a ghost. If you will allow me to be introduced. Sir Rober Johnas Van Crainie. Always at your service."
I stared at the man who had just said he was a ghost. But I composed myself surprisingly quickly and decided to pretend he was a completely normal person. I shook my head and smiled.
"Nice to meet you, Sir Van Crainie. My name is Raya Seven VanDale.", I curtsied like Gwendoline had taught me. "The joy is entirely mine. What brings it here Raya?", He asked and floated closer. Oh god forbid I'm talking to a ghost! With someone who has died but did not want to part with his life. And she was holding onto something that made him strong enough to let go of his body. Since then he has wandered through the worlds as a disembodied soul. "I want to go to the other world, but don't know how," I confessed and looked around searchingly. It's darn dark in here too !. "Ahhh the first time you cross the world line ?! If you will follow me please, MyLady" he said politely and turned and floated away. I hurried to follow him.
"Um, you say Sir Van Crainie, why are you here?" I asked him in a relaxed manner, and followed the ghost. "Well, that's my job."
"Your job?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Ghosts have a job?"
"Of course! Besides, I'm not a ghost but a ghost!", He said and turned to me, his hands on his almost invisible hips. "Oh, sorry. I didn't know there were any differences. Would you explain them to me?" I asked, honestly confused. "In fact, I consider it my duty! There are three 'types' of us.Ghosts, ghosts and phantoms. Like me, spirits are disembodied souls who value honest work and want to fit in as best we can in the living community. Ghosts are ... renegades if they will. They are, so to speak, the evil spirits. Ghosts are cruel and harm anyone they come across. They are, so to speak, the creepy spirits. In the 'Parliament for Supernatural Beings' there is an extra section that is used to keep ghosts under control. So the phantoms .... yes they suffered a terrible fate. Every ghost and ghost can become a phantom by being cursed or banished. Phantoms are condemned to hide