"Grüße, mein Freund", sagt der Drachenlord und berührt mit der Hand seine Stirn symbolisch, dann weist er Euch auf eine Truhe vor euch hin, " Hier sind weitere Werke von mir... Ich hoffe sie gefallen Euch!"

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The Secret

 Slowly he opened his eyes. Where am I?, he thought painfully. His cold fingers moved to his forehead. His blood pulsed fast in his body. Carefully he stood up and looked around. He was in a small room with a chair and a table in the middle. He realised a door just a few steps in front of him. He walked to it and shook the doorknob. “Blimey!”, he shouted and pounded against the closed door. “Where am I?! Listen to me! I’m Lord Arrwarak! Master of the Southern Forest! Let me out!” All his rage was filled in his voice, then, suddenly, his memories came back. “Frostwolf! The fight in the Northern Forest, at the side of Lord Kazzar! Bandit leader Frostwolf  fought against us… His army was stronger than ours…Oh no…Looks like they arrested me at the Dragon Roost…”, Arwarrak murmured. A deep voice approached and from the hallway it sounded : “ Keep calm, little lord! You are save…”, he laughed, “… very save… Dear Lord Arwarrak, you’re in the Dragon Roost, sweet home of Master Frostwolf and his loyal bandits and rogues! Be proud! All your allies were killed…” No! They can’t be all dead…That’s incredible! Both armies…Rangers, hunter, soldiers, druids…dead…? “ You lie! You killed not all!” The man behind the door laughed sarcastic, then a key was inserted in the keyhole and the door was pushed open. A tall long bearded man with a great sword at his belt was grinning at Lord Arwarrak, who flinched back and looked defiant. The man bended down and said: “ They are ALL dead! I was in the pack which hunt ‘em down, ye! And now, come with me! The master wants to see you little creepy … lord…” Unwillingly the lord followed the guard. They passed other furious looking guards and walked through long corridors, which were lighted by dusky torches. After minutes they stopped in front of a great door, which was formed like a dragon’s skull. Bloody red eyes seemed to blink to Arwarrak and he prided oneself on that the dragon spoke to him. “ Arwa, listen… It is me! I have to tell you something really important!” “Raymond? How…?! Frostwolf captured me! I’m at the Dragon’s Roost!  Where are you? Where are the others? Are you alright?” “Sssht! Quiet. I’m alright, with me there are a few others of the small villages… But enough… We will rescue you! We are camping not far away, in two days or earlier we are near the Roost. Be careful! I have to go now… Some wounded children need my help. Good luck!”

The guard leered to him astonished. “What is? Can we go in now? You looked so…peculiar…” “Alright, alright… I was lost in thoughts…” The giant grumbled. Then he knocked with his big paws at the door. With a load creak the door opened. Behind it were a great hall, the marble ground glowed black. It was beautiful. The hall was pillared and next to every pillar there stood  knights in silver plate armour, wrapped in long black capes. Their strong gaze pierced through Arwarrak’s eyes. He shivered. He looked forwards and made a huge throne out, which was decorated with dragons and wild animals. On it sat a mysterious looking man, clothed in a white wolfs skin. Behind the eyeholes of the wolfs head glimmered azure coloured eyes coldly. The   paws of the wolf man lain on the armrests. The lords guard knelt down in front of his master. “Master Frostwolf, here is your prisoner.” “Thanks, Cloud. You can go now.”, said the man on the throne raised. The guard nodded, stepped back and disappeared through the door. The gate closed with a crash.

“So, my dear friend, Arwarrak… Come nearer ,please!” The lord approached the throne and looked scornful to Frostwolf, who laughed amused. “I see we will have a lot of fun together…” , to his knights he commanded :” Go outside, drink something or do what you choose!” “But, master… if he attacks you… you need us…”, one of them reckoned. Frostwolfs frowned. “I told you to go outside… Listen to my orders or die! And so on, he hasn’t got any weapon! ” “Of course, of course, master… I beg your pardon, master…”, the warrior spluttered. Then he followed the others and went out.
“Ahhh…good employees are difficult to find nowadays… But never mind…”
He looked vexed. “I wander from the subject. Excuse me. You know me, don’t you? Of course, you know me! I’m Frostwolf, leader of the bandits, rogues and whatever! Lord of the Dragon Roost, educated by Shadowfang, the former leader!” “Pahh, Shadowfang! He was so ignorant! He attacked us, too, but we killed him easily! I hit him with a well aimed shoot! Like a stone he felt off his horse!”, Arwarrak laughed. Frostwolf raised an eyebrow. “You killed him? Really?” “Yes, I defeated him, and I’m proud of it! This damn rogue killed my brother!” The bandit smiled. “So I have to thank you! After the old moron died, I were crowned to the lord of the pack. But this is not what I want to tell you. Come, sit down here.” He pointed at a step under his throne. So honourable as he could Arwarrak sat down on the step and gazed sable.
At once Frostwolf looked peaceful and sighed.
He glanced down to Arwarrak and lots of memories which he had buried a long time ago flooded back suddenly. “I will tell you a secret. I won’t kill you, so listen, please. I know that your inferiors lurks here somewhere, and I advise you to say your magician that he should get away quick, because my riders will abolish them if they feel harassed. Arwarrak looked astonished. How can he know? Only I can hear Raymonds ghost whispering! Or can he listen to it, too?When Frostwolf saw the look of the lord he guessed what his opponent thought:“Oh yes, my dear, I can listen to other ghost whisperers… But it wasn’t all, my observers are skilled, they found your men faster than an owl catch a mouse!Now to my secret…It’s really hard for me to tell you about… You won’t believe it anyway…” “Come on, don’t abhor! Narrate me!”, the man barked.

“If you want…

I’m your brother.”

Silence.

For a long moment both were quiet.

Then Arwarraks eyes filled with tears of mourning and rage. “My brother died a long time ago! How can you dare to muddy the memento of my loved brother?! Rogue! Curse on you!” Frostwolf looked disappointed. “It’s true! I swear! I’m your brother! I’m Kaneth!”, he took off the hood, his cold blue eyes watched Arwarrak gentle, “Our parents were killed by straying bandits… The first years of our life we lived at godfather Raymond’s house…he taught  us the ghost whispering… Do you remember? But then…then Shadowfang attacked godfather… You and Raymond left the place and hidden…but I was caught up by this old moron and he educated me…because he needed a successor…All this years… I was the runner of this dumb pack…But the majority respected me…” Arwarrak met Kaneth with disbelief. “Kaneth? Is this really you?” “Yes, yes I am! Arwarrak, brother! All this years I tried to find out where you are…and then… what are the odds! I found you. You, the lord of the Southern Forest! Coincidentally were you the old enemy of my dear foster father…- The bandits forced me to attack you…but I coaxed them to attack the Northern Lord…stupidly you helped this old guy. And my men killed your men… I’m so sorry…really. But I could protect you of death. I wanted you as prison. Alive. Now all will change, Arwa! All will change! Together we rule the Forest! With your knights and the remaining men of the Southern Lord we can hurt the bandits hard! We reign over the whole forest…no bandits…sounds peaceful, doesn’t it? I know many secret passages. There’s one important control centre on which you can reach…  ”, he couldn’t go on, because an eight inch long blade was dragged through his chest. He gurgled and broke down. Blood was sputtering out of the deep wound, stunned Arwarrak stood there, looking at his recovered brother. His murderer stood in the save darkness behind the throne. “Kaneth! What the hell?!”, the lord stepped back and glanced after a suitable weapon. A handsome man ; wrapped in a bloody red leather armour and holding the match to the sword sticking in Kaneth, a shiny toothed short sword ; stared at Arwarrak and laughed horrible. Then he spat at the lifeless alumnus bandit lord and growled : ”Damn traitor! No one betrays the bandit pack of the Dragon Roost! Pah, our leader, the brother of this bloody lord of the Southern Forest!” , his face deformed to a mask of hatred. “ Now I have taken revenge for this  betrayal! But my second blade is so hungry…and you are the lord of the Southern Forest…”, he played with the point of his sword. Then he aimed it at Arwarrak. “Die!”, he whispered and rushed forwards. Suddenly the gate behind them crashed open and a troop of knights ran in. On the top of the squad was Raymond, the old godfather of Arwarrak and Kaneth. Two warriors caught up the assassin and knocked him out. Arwarrak hugged his godfather and murmured: “ Raymond! I known that you will come! Thank you.” “I would never abandon you, Arwa …But  now concentrate on taking on this bandit hole… Here take this sword.”, he gave him the match sword of the assassin.   “And now, come with me.” The lord glanced back to the corpse of his brother. His brother…Arwarrak swore himself that this secret ever will be a secret. He looked at Raymond. No, he thought, not even you I can tell it… He sighed. “Raymond”, he pointed at the corpse, “ take the corpse, please, I will bury it near my house…” Raymond looked surprised, but he didn’t ask for the reason. He walked to his brother and took off the wolf mask. Then he slipped over it himself and said loudly :” Listen! I’m Arwarrak the Keeper of Secret, lord of the Southern Forest and of the Dragon Roost! Follow me into the future!” For some seconds all eyes had been focusing him, after this he heard voices call his name. He touched his forehead and sighed. Then he slowly closed his eyes.Arwarrak, Keeper of Secret. In memento to you, Kaneth. My brother. What a secret.

Weitere Geschichten kommen noch, eine ist noch in einem Wettbewerb...^^ Soa, nun ist es so weit, hier meine Wettbewerbsgeschichte, die leider nur in die erste Wertungsrunde gekommen ist!

The Secret

 

Finally he arrived at the Secretkeeper Clan grounds. He sighed. After such a long way…he made it! Now he was here…and he hoped that the mighty Clan leader would offer him to stay for ever. Since he has been a child, he had the wish to join the Secretkeeper Clan. Rekith fell to the earth.. Rekith was a young man , lived in a big castle near the border to the clan lands. His special secret forced him to leave his home, because he wanted to avoid the truth. So he chose this land to start a new life. The clan grounds were seminal and green, there were a lot of rare animals and plants. He looked around and saw that a horseback riding man approached him. The man dismounted and watched Rekith calculating.

 “What do you want?” he asked at last. Rekith smiled and answered politely : “ I’m here to meet the clan chief. Would you take me to him, please?” “You need an audience. But I might ask if you get one. Come with me, you can stay in the embassy” , he said, now his voice warmed up. He mounted again and hold a rough hand out to Rekith, “Here, sit up!” Rekith took the hand and the rider put him behind himself on the horse. “Where do you come from? “ the knight wanted to know and glanced to Rekith who said: “ I’m from the East Kingdoms, Raven’s Shire. The rider made a hmm noise and rode trough a small forest before he got to a stony path. “Look”, he said and pointed at the silhouettes of a town. The sharp tower of a building rose to the air. “This is the embassy and the guild hall. There the high lords of guilds and other clans stay to visit the clan ground” the man explained and stopped in front of a wooden gate where two guards stood which watched them observant. “Ah, our honourable alumnus leader” said one of them sarcastic and Rekith gasped for breath. Alumnus leader?! He stared at the man in front of him. The man sensed Rekiths reaction and turned to him, mildly smiling. “Yes, I’m the alumnus chief of this clan, because this dumb Seekith stole my role one year ago”, he grumbled disappointed. To the guards he snarled: “ Have you nothing better to do? Let me in or you will live to rue it! “ The other guard ignored the man and reckoned calm: “ Who is this?  Where does he come from? What does he want?” “Don’t be so curious! But, ye, what is your name, lad?”, the rider asked Rekith. But Rekith was stunned. Seekith. His brother was called so. But he was dead. This was misunderstanding. Nothing to mind. “Uhm, what did you say?” The guard shook his head. “Your name”, he snarled. “I’m Rekith of  Raven’s Shire” “Uh, someone of the royal residence…What do you want here?” “I want a audience with Seekith to ask whether I could stay here…” “Humm…good luck then…okay you can pass…” “Next time don’t steal our time, newb!“ The man looked snappish but both guards let the riders through. “Rekith, so? Nice name…reminds me of someone…” Rekith turned white.

But the other went on: “Hmm…never mind…you want to stay here? Forever?” “Yes, I think so, I wished me this for a lifetime” he grinned, his companion smiled, too. “Oh, I beg your pardon! I didn’t tell you my name! I’m Blacky the Avenger.” He paused , then mentioned :    ”Here we are, the guild hall and the embassy. I head to Seekith and ask for a audience. Sure you will get one, because you know the ex-leader”, he smiled smart. Rekith dismounted and Blacky waved him and dashed away. The young man swallowed and turned his gaze to the huge building. Then he went in. There was a counter at which an elf stood politely smiling. “Hello, may I serve you?” he asked Rekith. “No, thanks, I’m waiting for Blacky. I want an audience with Seekith to ask whether I could stay here forever.” “Oh, then I wish you good luck, Seekith will test you whether you are it worth to stay here. Only the honourable and honest are allowed to stay here forever.” Then silence fell upon them. Soon Blacky came back and grinned cheerful. “Hehe, got an audience, Re! Come, follow me to our great clan leader Seekith!” Together they rode all the way to the chief’s hill and stopped in front of a house. Outside the house stood a tall man, wearing a black blindfold, beside him a huge dark wolf with bloody red eyes. “Welcome” he said calm and waved. The wolf whined and blinked. Rekith trembled. The man was intimidating. But he pulled himself together and answered : “Greetings, Leader Seekith”, he knelt in front of the chief. Seekith laughed. “Nice act. Come up. Tell me who you are and what you want.” He held a hand to Re who caught it and stood up. To Blacky the leader murmured smiling :” This one is a nice. He reminds me of someone…” “Yeah, me too.” “I’m Rekith of  Raven’s Shire. I wanted to ask you whether I could stay here forever.” Seekith clapped his hands, the wolf growled and showed his fangs. It looked like a sneer. “I don’t let everyone live here, sonny. Eye, check him.” The wolf looked at his master, then he moved quickly to Rekith and sniffed at him. Suddenly he snarled and snapped at the astonished visitor. He stayed unaffected and tried to stroke the nervous pet. Eye laid down. He closed his red eyes and whined softly. Seekith approached them, patted the wolf and bowed at Re. “You are clear. Eye  likes you, me too.” Rekith was confused. “Huh? What? I only calmed the wolf down…” “Yes, and that’s the point! You didn’t fear him, so you passed the test. But now,  before we accept you as member, you have to tell us a secret.” This words went inside Re like sharp blades. This was the moment he feared since he has been here. Now he had to tell  the truth. The bitter truth, and he didn’t even know whether they hurt him then. But he could lie! No…the wolf detect a lie…Damn. He breathed deeply. “Okay. I tell you a secret.” He paused. “I killed my brother. He died one year ago…Killed by my sword. It was a mistake…a fatal mistake.” Seekith gasped for air. “Rekith? Really, it’s you! You don’t killed me, brother…You raped my sight, but I survived…Why did you run? There was no reason to.” Re cried. All the guilt that lasted upon his shoulders were gone suddenly. He hugged Seekith. Now the secret was aired.