All Chapters of Dark Goddess: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

PrologueThe massive man smiled and put the blade on the table. “If I had wanted this - my henchmen would have done it long ago! You are more useful to me alive! Help me murder the king and queen and I will make you a rich and important woman. Now the conditions are perfect! The priesthood that protected the dynasty has grown weak. They no longer know the will of their gods and are powerless. You can help me if you are who I think you are. When I sit on the throne you will be my high priestess and all people in Askhauran will worship your gods! I am Alandro, the king's cousin! That I reveal my identity to you is a vote of confidence, but be cursed if you abuse this trust! Now tell me who you are. ”Now she too smiled her heartless smile, her gaze was fixed like that of a snake. "I'm cursed, but don't be afraid I'll betray you! And who you are I already know! Who else would be interested in killing the ruling couple, who is in the way than the king's cousin? I also see ve

Their way led them along the foot of the Black Mountains, where there were enough watering places, not through the desert, where even the Shwakara could often not find enough living. The hunter had every reason to be careful when he was accompanied by his little daughter, because the traders were mounted and in the open countryside they could not escape them. So they hiked along a dry river bed, where the vegetation was a little thicker and offered some privacy. When the sun was already high, they heard voices and the man reacted immediately. He quickly pulled Athaly into the thick undergrowth, hoping that the strangers had no clues with them. He covered the tip of the iron lance with sand to avoid a telltale flash. Only then did he peer out of the shadows into the sunlight. Seven cutthroats on horseback, armed to the teeth, flanked a group of poor, bound figures in single file, hands tied forward and the short rope around the neck of the man in front, all of them battered and obvio

It came over the wide ridge of the sea. The man was extraordinarily ugly. A scar ran from left to right over the forehead, nose and probably also the cheek, but a thick black beard covered it there. When he walked, hunched over as if he had a humpback, he dragged one leg. And yet there was authority and self-confidence in his gaze, you could see that his figure was actually tall. The respectable impression was reinforced by a bright, silver glow that enveloped his face like a halo. When his long, dark mane was caressed by the wind, it shone particularly brightly in places, as if it were following the movements of his hair. Each of his uneven steps also caused an irritating flicker that seemed to wander around his face.The man was dressed unusually. A white robe, embroidered with gold in a fine pattern, fell from his shoulders to his ankles. The sleeves were short and showed muscular upper arms, like those of a blacksmith. His feet were in high leather sandals and in his right

"A robbery?", He asked his delightful companion, uncertain, who laughed heartily."Oh no! Just the normal din that a small, extended family brings with it. ”On entering the kitchen he saw Tjonre, who turned his back on him and was being attacked by an eight-year-old boy. He tried to kick his shin and punch in the stomach at the same time. Meanwhile, Tjonre was making some unoriginal jokes that made the oldest brunette girl in the room grin. Maybe she wasn't amused by the stale joke, but by Tjonre himself, he wasn't so sure. A younger, blonde girl sat at the table and stereotypically sang a line from the last summer hit: "♪ My bathing wall doesn’t get sunburn ♪". As soon as they had entered the room, another dark-haired girl pounced on Gjefren and joined in a dispute at him, who could only be followed by an initiate. Anteia and her companion were completely ignored."Quiet!", she yelled, whereupon it actually got a little quieter. Tjonre turned around and recognize

Tjonre sighed. “Elri said that when she tried it for the first time. But she never got used to it. I have to admit we can't export that stuff. ”Sarpedon took another sip."In any case, it contains alcohol and I need that now." Now Elri joined the conversation, which Segila welcomed very much. She was bored with the subject of “Kelwe”.“Thank you again for the god armor, it saved my life. Reja wanted to kill me. ”“ I thought she was your friend, otherwise I wouldn't have told her where to find you. Why didn't you tell me how things were between you? ”“ I didn't mean to talk badly about anyone and I actually didn't think I would ever see them again. ”Sarpedon nodded his head slowly."I was also surprised to hear that Zeus gave her access to her ferry.""Oh, she can be very convincing," said Tjonre, "she does it with her body." And with a look at Elri: "Which I don't know from my own experience, though." Elri smiled. She was not prone to jealousy a

"I do not know that. Maybe Yasiwi knows; I didn't get around to asking her back then. Immediately after our rescue by Elri - she came with Reja's ferry, blew a hole in the wall of the fortress of Sandarken and then killed him - ", with these words he smiled at her," our group broke up. Granoc the Kimerier and Yasiwi returned to a town near the Black Mountains together while we took a ferry there with a local named Gorm. We never saw Yasiwi again. ”“ And about the gray apes ? What do you know about them? ”Tjonre thought for a moment. “Somebody told me, I think it was the Kimerier, that they are regressed people. With them, evolution went backwards, so to speak, only incredibly fast, in a few generations or just in one. In any case, they were Paieon's servants. Granoc killed one, Gorm another. The third one might even be alive if those monkeys have such a longlifespan , I don't know. ” Sarpedon pondered for a while. “It would be very interesting to study the genom

“My time as a slave,” she explained, “but that's not true at all. I hardly ever had to crawl so much back then! ”She sighed. “So it sticks to me again.”“Before you talk to her,” interjected Tjonre, “we have to take care of your boat or glider, Sarpedon. We should pull the thing further up the beach. ”“ I didn't end up on your beach, but in a bay a little further north, ”Sarpedon corrected.“Then we have even less time! Storms come here very quickly. I will ask Gjefren to fetch it. ”Tjonre called his older son, who was surprisingly quick on the spot and explained the situation to him, then started talking about the locket again. “As I said, they searched the whole coast here, down to quite a depth, but found nothing.”“There was a storm at that time as you told me, maybe they should not have looked so far down, but rather in the tidal pools higher up . “As Gjefren said this, he looked Sarpedon intensely in the eyes. The stranger understood. Tjonre, on the ot

“There's a wall up there. The path ends here. ”She looked past her father. “A path that ends at a wall? What's the point? ”“ I don't know, but we'll find out. ”With these words, he started moving again. Finally they stood in front of a tall structure. All they saw was a dark, perfectly smooth, steep wall that must have been about thirty feet high. The view was only clear upwards, to the left and right of the path there was thick bush and trees that were not too tall. “The wall looks very sturdy, but there must be some kind of entrance here. Otherwise the path makes no sense. ”At a loss, her father brushed off the obstacle."What kind of material is that?" Athaly was sure that she had never seen such stones, if they were stones at all, from which this seamless enclosure had been built.“In the past, the area around the walls must have been free; the trees are not much older than fifteen years. Compared to the giant trees that have lined our way in the past f

Grass and herbs grew waist-high and the azure sky towered over everything. From here she could see the fortress, the high mountains with their snow-capped peaks, the wide, arid plain from which she had come. And she suddenly realized that the narrow path must have been a broad road one day and that the festival was a node of life. Whoever came here would use this route. When the residents no longer wanted any contact with the outside world, they had started to position a clear warning about where they were now: on a high wooden post hung a person whose skin had been peeled off, a dead person, as she assumed. But then an excruciating tremor went through the body and Athaly burst into tears and ran away again, dragging her companion behind him. What more horrific contrast could there be than committing such a terrible crime in this beautiful place? Athaly kept asking himself two questions: How would this day have gone if they had only come this way? She suspected that her father would

“ Well, that Artjoli, who always swarms around you! ”“ That should be my friend? You're crazy! ”“ What's wrong with him? ”Asked Gjefren without real interest. “Have you ever seen him smile? Do you know how he smiles? Crooked! As if he had hemiplegia! I'm not going to take a friend with a crooked smile! Just scary. ”She shuddered, perhaps also because of the sudden cold, because Boreas came, the cold wind. Gjefren liked him because he was - like himself - a child of the Eos. The waves, lashed by the storm, were now wearing whitecaps. What she had said about her physical abilities could not be dismissed out of hand and for the most part applied to him as well. His diving skills were also rather poor, if not to say pathetic. The other pickers would probably laugh at him if it weren't for Tjonre's son. Even his two other sisters eclipsed him. “Listen,” he said, “I want to leave here. Right. And Sarpedon will take me with him if he really wants to go to this p