Thick snowflakes flutter down from the dark sky. The muddy puddles transform into slippery ice pools. The bare branches of the thick trees creak and sigh under the December wind as Katara crawls together wailing, again and again. She can no longer control the pain. All her remedies, all her tricks have been worked out. "Isobelle" she shouts again. Tears flow down her cheeks. Roaring, she grabs her pillow and crawls together again.
"Isobelle" sobs Katara trembling and looks at the witch entering her hut. "Katara" asks Isobelle worried. "Isobelle, I ... I don't know what to do" Katara wails. "Oh, little sister," whispers Isobelle and removes the tears from Katara's cheeks. "Isobelle" wails Katara and collapses again trembling. "Shh" soothes Isobelle and grabs her hand. Calm as always, Isobelle helps her sister to her bed. "Katara, your baby is coming any moment" Isobelle begins. "That is not possible, it is too early" Katara cries with a moan. Isobelle takes a deep breath and exposes Katara's legs. "Katara, your child will be here any minute. You should listen to me." Katara stares silently at Isobelle. "What must I do," she asks. A smile curls around Isobelle's lips.
Long icicles form on the roof edge of the sheltered house as Katara gives life to her child. "Come on Katara one more time ... push" Isobelle shouts commanding. A few black ravens perch on the uneven roof while Katara's screams grow louder and longer." Come on" Isobelle shouts encouragingly as more and more ravens descend on the house, their dark feathers lit by the chilly moonlight." Katara" shouts Isobelle cheering, after which a loud shout resounds through the house. This time not from Katara, but from her newborn. The silver symbol on Katara's thick door lights up brightly and the birds fly abruptly into the dark night. Isobelle, aware of this phenomenon, smiles mysteriously and hands Katara her daughter. Of course, she hides this from Katara, who looks at her newborn crying. The girl is perfect for Katara ... Healthy. Small and fine. And yet ...Katara cannot keep the little one. No matter how hard it hurts her ... She has to distance herself from this child. As quickly as possible... Isobelle smiles and kisses the child's forehead. "Well done, Katara" she whispers and hugs her sister. "Isobelle", Katara sighs." Shh rest "Isobelle interrupts." Thank you, I could not have done this without you", Katara whispers sleepily. "Isobelle smiles carefully." And I not without you "she answers inaudibly and leaves the warm cabin.
The cold blue moon has disappeared and made way for crisp winter sun. Gray clouds adorn the sky from which thick snowflakes still escape. Sighing, Katara wraps a cloak around her body. She knows that this is the right choice, no matter how hard it is for her. The child is not safe here. There was only one place where she was safe. The witch town; Ouija. But it was impossible. Katara cannot travel to Ouija. Certainly not with an infant. She had no transport nor had she gold. The road was long and dangerous. And various evil lurked in their path. Besides, Katara wouldn't be a suitable mother after all. If Isobelle hadn't come, Katara wouldn't even have survived the delivery. Let alone the child. Goddess knows what had happened. She had no idea what to do. What would she know how to raise a child? And yet ... Yet her heart longs for her daughter ... But she can't. Not alone... With a deep sigh, she walks up the marble steps. The strong pillars of the canopy are quilted with gold filigree, while two golden door knockers adorn the wide front door. "This is a rich family, they will certainly be able to take care of you dear," Katara whispers and places the wicker basket in front of the lavish door. "I'm sorry, I hope you will understand and eventually forgive me," she whispers and kisses the forehead of her sleeping daughter. She looks around hesitantly before removing one of the amulets from around her neck. She takes the amulet in her cold hand and looks at the jewel. In the midnight bluestone, whose rounded edge is finished with a thin black line, a silver pentagram adorns. The crescents that adorn the left and right of the pentagram light up gently when they hear the magic words; Say "Aegis siin ent gis kiin greeyo siin vaarn".
Still trembling, she places the necklace on her daughter. Tears sparkle in her eyes as she rubs her head one last time. "You will be safe, I promise you," she whispers and gets up. She knocks three times on the solid door in a hurry. She takes one last look at the sleeping child and makes her way home. Tears dangle under her eyes. Tears of pain but more tears of anger ...Her thoughts drift to Reki again. That hate, that anger bubbling under her skin, was his fault. All this was caused by him. He could have prevented this. He could have saved her ... Furthermore, he should have taken responsibility, and then ... then she shouldn't have given her up. Despite her regrets now, Katara cannot turn back. That's all she wants to do ... turn back, get her daughter ... but this is impossible. She hasn't even found a name for the child. There is so much hate in her heart, too much to be a suitable mother. Her little girl may never understand this, but she has to protect her ... Protect her from the darkness raging in Katara ...Her haunted thoughts are abruptly interrupted by the sound of a familiar laugh. She knows that sound ... It almost sounds like a dream ... or a dream of a dream ... Confused she looks at the group of crusaders, each talking to their own companion or fellow knight. Except for one ... One crusader leans over a wooden gate, engaged in a busy conversation with a red-haired lady. The lady on the other side of the fence appears to be about twenty years old. Katara blinks. Is it possible? Is he ...? Why aren't the knights on a crusade? Why is he still in the same village after all this time? There is no doubt, this is Reki. Katara recognizes the red scratch on his face. Anger swirls her blood as she stares at him. The man who caused everything, her pain ... her darkness ... The crusader ... From hell. And that's what she will give him ... hell ...Now the time has come. The hour of truth. Silently she hides under the shadows of a thick stable post and takes a deep breath. Dark shadows appear under her eyes. This is it ... the hour of truth. She made a promise ... for revenge ...