All Chapters of Dark Goddess: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

It had a very large stone, the size of a phalanx, black and streaked with golden, diffuse veins. “That,” Elri explained, “is a key ring. He gave me access to a small spaceship. ” “ Oh, we have a spaceship? ” “ No, the ship is long gone. But the ring also opens a really, really big palace! ” “ It's actually more of a castle, ”corrected Tjonre, who choked Gjefren's legs around his neck so that his face was already blushing. Thamga had never seen a palace, nor a castle, and neither had Gjefren. But they knew that both were very large buildings. "And where is the palace?" Thamga wanted to know. “In the Black Mountains on a wooded plateau,” Elri explained to her daughter, “near an inland sea. Eerie, iron giants used to live there. But Papa and I drove them away . ” “ Actually, Mama was all alone. ”Tjonre didn't want the laurels that didn't deserve him. “And now,” Elri continued, “the castle is standing completely deserted, waiting for someone to come with the key ring to let him in.”

"As always. You are immortally bored. What you need is an outstanding job! To sow discord between the Achaeans is not a fulfilling occupation in the long run - as it has been for thousands of years. It is time for a turnaround. Well yes, but to you first. How did you become high priestess? I dropped you here with the sun chariot after Aphrodite no longer wanted to tolerate you on the Archaic Continent, but you were powerless. ”She smiled smugly. “As long as the universe is full of idiots, I will always rule. The drunkard on the throne was quite a useful tool. At that time he was just a little nobleman, the king's cousin. Of course, he was dissatisfied with this position because he is almost as ambitious as he is stupid. He hired me to murder the royal couple. As a reward for the good deed, he wanted to make me high priestess of the local priests. You worship a serpent, Seth. I could have denounced him and hoped for the gratitude of the royal couple, but that would not have be

The thought of waking up struck her as threatening, because she suspected that she would not wake up from, but into a nightmare, even before she could recall the reason for this suspicion. But the dull, throbbing pain in her left arm helped her remember. Your father was dead! Murdered in such a horrific way that the day before she could not have imagined that something so terrible could ever happen. She tried to straighten up a bit, but the stabbing pain in her arm quickly convinced her that she couldn't. And yet: there was nothing else to do, because she was responsible for the child, the slave girl. Her eyes widened out of concern for the little one. It was not far from her in the grass, lit by the low-lying sun. She was breathing evenly, her eyes with the finely drawn lashes were closed, her features relaxed. There was nothing to indicate the horrific experiences that the little creature had to endure. The days of slavery, hunger, thirst and exhaustion, the attempte

They say that the people are starving and that many people are being abducted, and after days their cruelly mutilated bodies are found. I'm afraid. They say it's the witch's fault, they call her Salomene, the royal couple were kind, but she is inhuman. It has ruled for many years. In the beginning everyone feared her too much to act, but some especially desperate want to venture a rebellion. My father wants to help them. Then ... ", Liara opened her eyes wide, the pupils were dilated," Fire, fire everywhere and many soldiers from the palace guards, I hide behind a curtain and see how three of them pounce on my father and stab again and again , again and again. And there is blood, an awful lot of blood. My mother screams and one of the soldiers kicks her in the stomach and when she is finally lying on the ground, he stabs her with a dagger. ”She now seemed both surprised and horrified. “Your eyes are so ... fixed; her gaze so ... empty. I can't anymore, I start to run and slip

They had decided to go swimming, on the one hand because the weather was fantastic - the weather on Wägan was actually almost always wonderful, apart from the occasional storms and frequent thunderstorms - and on the other hand because there were no fantastic sights on the planet to look at Tourists from the outside world should definitely show. The sunsets were the most beautiful thing you could see, the chants of the sirens the most impressive thing you could hear here. Tjonre had lent Sarpedon one of his bathing trunks, Elri wore a sky-blue bikini - that is, turquoise - pretty splashes of color on her slim but not flawless body. The dancing colored lights in her hair did one more thing to draw Tjonre's attention to her. She had turned to Sarpedon and brushed most of the hair forward so that Tjonre could still admire her back. Then, as so often, he felt that painful, oppressive feeling, as if his heart was trapped in a steel clamp, as if a weight were compressing his

For years the heart of Galahar has been beating in the Shwakara camp, which still spread out in the middle of the savannah in the shade of the great tree. It had brought unprecedented prosperity to the tribe. Perhaps it would be an exaggeration to say that the Shwakara would all go through life with bulging bellies, but in any case they were no longer hungry. The children looked happy now, laughing and chasing each other between the tents and some also used the small swing. Athaly, however, only dared to do this for a very short time and when it was night and no one was watching her. Not only was she an adult at seventeen, she was also a famous healer who was expected to be reasonably serious.The wealth of the Shwakara came from the countless pilgrims who visited the camp. Many were poor and they gave everything in thanks for healing a disease or ailment. Some were rich and they gave only a fraction of what they owned, but it was still a lot for the tribe. The rich in

"She brought many warriors with her," sobbed Liara, "a lot more than the Shwakara have." Athaly was now also worried, but refused to panic; she couldn't afford that because she had to protect Liara, her sister and her mother."Stay here," she said very gently, "I'll talk to her."Athaly freed herself from her blanket, put on her simple, gray dress, wrapped her heart in a cloth, and stopped listening to her younger friend's whimpering left the tent. Then she walked towards the rising sun through the camp that was her home. She felt unreal because she was walking towards a very real danger, like an insect taking refuge in a scorpion's open claws.By the time they reached the gawkers' wall, the troops were very close to the settlement. The warriors looked menacing in their black armor and the standard-bearer held the huge black scorpion against a red background in such a way that it looked intimidating. The men carried elongated shields in their left and massive lance

But at first the witch did not answer the question. She looked thoughtful. "So that's the name of this lousy tribe!" She finally remarked. Then she looked her in the eye and involuntarily Athaly shuddered. “They call me Salomene the witch!” Came the answer, whereupon a fearful murmur went through the crowd of observers. Everyone had heard of the atrocities of this merciless woman. The people involuntarily stepped back, as if the whole thing was none of their business, leaving Athaly alone. Salomene fixed her with her cat's eyes. Athaly decided not to be intimidated. She didn't quite succeed. The gaze rested on her like that of a predator on its prey. "Who are you?" The witch finally asked.“I am the guardian of the heart, whose healing power has drawn all these people here. All of them are frail and no threat to you or your warriors. Say what you want; if we can help you we will. Then go in peace, "was Athalys reply, which she produced with as much self-confidence as she was p

Shall we take her with us? What do you mean, guardian? Will that be necessary? ”Athaly quickly shook her head. She was afraid, not for herself, but for her sister. “So tell me: what do I have to do to look young again? As young as you? ”Athaly's resistance was broken. In a trembling voice she explained what was no secret in her eyes anyway. “Put the heart to yours every night for a month. That's enough. "Then she added," The Shwakara will accommodate you for so long. But we can't entertain your men, we don't have that much food. It will be for the best, you send them back. ”The woman who called herself Salomene laughed again. For the frequency of her laughs, she had to be a very humorous person. 'It's just strange,' thought Athaly, 'that I don't have that impression at all.'“Oh no!” Said Salomene mockingly in a high-pitched voice, “the heart of Galahar comes with me. And you as his guardian will accompany me! ”“ Mistress ”, Athaly tried to change her mind

"Oh, he's a little greedy, you 're right. But his father will return soon too and he has convincing arguments. ”Salomene looks extremely satisfied. Athaly reminded her of a snake right after it devoured its prey. For a moment she thought back to her teacher. He had once said that the heart cannot be misused because it is only suitable for good deeds; how wrong he was. How imaginative this woman was.How ... nasty. Why were the good guys - like Tethaton - always so naive! Athaly had the knowledge of how to heal with the blood red jewel never considered a secret. But after Salomene had told her why she intended to abuse this knowledge, she had no choice but to remain silent. Which, to Salomene, would justify the use of torture again - if she needed such a justification at all.Her resistance, which had to be broken, was an added incentive for this hideous woman. From one moment to the next, the woman seemed to lose interest in Athaly, like a satiated cat with a kil