Heinrich turns slowly. Frozen, Alana stares into the robbers, round, light-green eyes, afraid to move. Alana is so shocked that she doesn't notice Thedon appearing outside of the heap of hay next to her. Behind her, Wolfgang slowly slides off the support beam with one hand. Rogue walks silently like a mouse outside the empty horse stable. Heinrich stares at Alana in silence. Tears still dangle under her red eyes. He almost feels sorry for her. A soft sob escaped from her throat. She turns herself around trembling. However, Albrecht has quietly placed himself behind her, causing her to run into him. Frightened, she takes another step back, landing again against Heinrich's chest.Trembling, she lets out a soft sound as Heinrich wraps his arms tightly around her. "Shh" soothes Albrecht and places his finger on Alana's lips. She stared suspiciously into the boy's almond-shaped dark brown eyes. No matter how hard she squeezes, Heinrich's grip around her is too tight. It was clear she wasn't going anywhere. Heinrich's hands are adorned with brown leather gloves; the fingertips of these are carelessly cut off. Just as the professor described, Heinrich's ripped cape and black hood. His elbow-length gloves... Everything matches. So, when did Jaspar see the boys? Her heart beats in her throat as she looks over to Albrecht. His slender body is hidden under a brown leather sleeveless vest. The ropes on his sides are tightly bound. Under his vest, he wears a long-sleeved white blouse. His sleeves are pressed under two leather elbow-length gloves with a pattern of dragon skin. His brown leather fingerless gloves are here and there ripped where they disappear into his arm protectors. His face is hidden under a big gray hood, attached to his cape. His broken white pants are sloppy, pushed into a pair of black boots. On his back rests a brown cotton arrow bag with eight yellow feather arrows tugged into it. Around his slender waist rests a brown belt, holding a black one-handed sword and a small dagger. Over his lips and nose rests a white cotton cover. His dark eyes looked angry but sad at the same time. "You are not Alana by chance," asked Godfrey who appeared next to Heinrich. Frightened, Alana shakes her head and stares Godfrey into his dark brown round eyes. "Nice", Wolfgang grumbles. The black mouth cloth that is pulled tight over his nose trembles because of his rough voice. "Wait a minute now Wolf" "Godfrey hisses. " Who are you?" Albrecht asks while she observes Godfrey. Other than his brother's Godfrey his outfit is weak and just something fast found. He doesn't wear a cape-like his brothers. He is just wearing a dark green cotton vest with a hood and long sleeves. He has a light green cloth over his nose and mouth that matches his pants. He has low brown shoes and a tight brown belt. On his belt rests a simple two-handed sword. His arms are protected with black cotton tied together with white rope. Godfrey looks at Albrecht for a moment. "Katinka" Alana lies. Albrecht looks at her wrist and chuckles. "Well.. Katinka.. then why do you have his marking", he asks rhetorically and places his finger on Alana's wrist. Alana followed the brown leather glove to his bare narrow finger. Above his fingertips are two red teeth marks. Alana bites her lip nervously. "You've been marked" echoes in her head. Unsure of what to answer, she stared at his brown arm guards. The diamond-shaped leather is fastened to a wide patch that is fastened tightly to the white sleeves of his blouse. "And that Katinka .. is there" mocks Albrecht, and points to the far corner of the hay barn.Rogue pulls a young girl up from the empty horse stable and chuckles. "Katinka", Alana blows and stares at her sister in amazement. How could they have captured Katinka? When did they nick her? Adrenaline rushes through her body as she shivers in Heinrich's arms. Would Katinka know who Alana really is? Why did they grab her? Katinka stares at Alana brokenly. She tries to say something, but the rope between her teeth prevents it. Hopelessly, she pulls on the creaking ropes around her wrists. Katinka's eyes were red from crying. She has a blue mark on her arm under Rogue's strong fingers. "No" Alana begs, and looks into Rogue his deep dark blue eyes. She could barely see his eyes because of the big black hood over his head. . He chuckles and takes Katinka tighter in his strong muscled arms. The black scarf over his mouth has soft white stripes. Matching his blouse that he wears under a thick black leather vest, finished off with silver buckles from the belts that tightened his cape and dark quiver. Over his hips hang two belts, one for his dark pants, which are sloppily tucked into the leather boots, and one for his weapon belt. A long sword and two daggers are attached to that belt. His hands are covered in a pair of black leather gloves. With a fast movement, he took his dagger from the belt around his hips. His sword makes a soft sound because of this movement. "So, you weren't Alana" he asks arrogantly and fixes his dagger on Katinka's throat. Alana lets her gaze slowly turned to the leather straps on Albrecht's shoulders. "Tik Tok" asks Albrecht. Alana looks up again at Albrecht. The cloth over his lips moves softly as he sighs. "You were Katinka, weren't you?" he asks impatiently. Alana shook her head, not knowing what to answer. Rooting, Katinka tries to escape from the tightly bound ropes. "No" Alana finally shouts. "I mean Yes. Katinka.. I .I'm Alana. Please let go of Katinka." The robbers laugh and Rogue throws Katinka down again. The hay flies up gently when it lands. "Just to clarify", he announces, and walks towards her; nobody leaves. He whispers and places two fingers under Alana's chin.How can this happen? It seemed only yesterday that everything was going well. Rodehanthe's arms were around her. As if nothing could go wrong. Now she can neither sleep nor eat, she is only half attached. She is in a situation from which she cannot escape. And worse... Katinka. Katinka got involved! Why? What caused her? This is all her fault. Her blind ignorance, her denial, her wish that things were different... It's all over. She can't let this happen. Katinka does not deserve this! Is there nothing she can do? She has to make sure Katinka gets a chance. She looks scared at Katinka. Katinka looks intently at the black belt that rests tightly around Thedon's slender waist. On the belt rests a small dagger and a standard long sword. It's impossible for Katinka to steal the robbers' weapons, but maybe she can distract them long enough. They can't get a hold of Alana. Katinka knows... She knows that Alana is their only hope. She knew this all these years. She knew who Alana really was. She knows what happened to her real mother and father. All these years... All these years she had lied to Alana. But Katinka had made a promise to her father. A promise to protect Alana. And she doesn't want to break that promise. Whatever happens to her. Katinka gently beckons to the cloth quiver that adorns Wolfgang his back. Alana looks at the pheasant feather arrows and shakes her head gently. There is no way she can steal his arrows. Heinrich's grip is too tight. "Nice try" Wolfgang grumbles as he walks toward Alana. Nervously, Alana tries to get away from Wolfgang, only to bring her closer to Heinrich's chest. The robbers laugh, amused. "I see you are already very close" Wolfgang mocks, amused. Alana looked at his young face in surprise. Between his narrow straight eyebrows, a few blond hairs hung untidily from his green hood. What are you looking at?" Wolfgang grumbles and takes her wrists brutally. Embarrassed, Alana lets her gaze drop from his black mouth cloth. Wolfgang sniffs amusingly and wraps the rope around her wrists. She moans as he ties the rope. "Too tight," he asks softly. Alana hesitated for a moment before nodding. Wolfgang smiles and gasps harder at the rope. "Punk" laughs Heinrich and grabs Alana's forearms. Wolfgang chuckles and gently tugs at the brown gloves hiding his hands. Alana whimpers as she feels the blood running out of her hands. Wolfgang chuckles and turns around. The golden buttons on his brown leather vest match his brown leather arm protectors. The green blouse that he wears under the brown sleeveless vest seems thick. But not thick enough to not be pushed into his underarm length braces. Over his chest adorns a triangle-size leather strap, held together by a silver buckle. It is the strap of his leather brown arrow bag. The green hood over his head disappears under his brown leather vest. His black pants look like they've been through a lot, just like his black boots. Around his hips rests a gold brown leather belt that holds a long golden sword and a pair of two daggers.
"That was not wise of you to just run into Heinrich", mocked Albrecht. Arrogantly, he pokes Alana. "And your sister tried so hard. She did almost everything not to have to tell you where you were." A tear escapes from the corner of Alana's eye. "Ah, it makes our work a lot easier" answers Godfrey mockingly and wipes Alana's tear away with his slender finger. "Godfrey, please," she begs softly. Godfrey turned himself back to her. His green mouth cloth puffs up when he sighs. "Don't make this harder than it already is, girl", he whispers and scratches his big green hood. Alana swallows. "Godfrey is human" she reminds the professor of his words. "Godfrey" she asks again". "Shh" Godfrey soothes and keeps her lips closed. "Godfrey I'll do anything for you" she whispers, crying. Godfrey sniffs amused. "Be careful to whom you say that" he replies softly, and rubs a hair from her mouth.
Despite the fact that Godfrey is the eldest, the other robbers are better armed, she thinks surprised. Godfrey shakes his head and walks back to Albrecht. Katinka beckons unnoticed to Thedon. The little boy, who had always kept aloof, nervously pulls up his beige pants and then pulls up his sand-colored mouth cloth.He quietly sits down on a bale of hay and peers at Katinka with his deep-set clear blue eyes. Just like with Wolfgang, some blond hair squeaks untidily under his blue hood. The long cape looks way too big for the leather boy. Over his navy-blue shirt, he wears almost the same leather vest as Wolfgang. His vest is tightly held against his body by two leather straps. One of the gray quivers on his back and one of the weapons belts around his slender stomach. His black boots crack when he stands up. His hands seemed so small under the black gloves, held in his hands by the brown leather arm protectors. A curvy longbow sticks out of his quiver. Alana closely follows the boy's every move. She focuses herself on the brown bow attached to his back. She looks nervously at Katinka. How can she get her away? Katinka shakes her head in understanding. "No" Alana whispers silently. Katinka nods and looks at the open stable door. Alana closed her eyes for a second. Does Katinka sacrifice herself? But why? Maybe it was just the best strategy. They could never both escape. The robbers are with too many. Someone had to provide a distraction. But why did this have to be Katinka? She looked nervously at Heinrich's hands. How could she slip out of his grasp? If she stomps on him, one of his brothers will just grab her. Maybe she should wait until they sleep. But what if they didn't go to sleep? What if they just summoned Hate? Alana takes a deep breath. Katinka smiles with satisfaction and straightens her back. This is it, the moment of truth. Whatever they were going to do to her, she had to help Alana. "What now?" Heinrich grumbles when Alana sinks dazed into his arms. He carefully lays her down. "What have you done now?" accuses Godfrey and rushes to Alana. "Nothing" growls Heinrich defensively. Godfrey felt concerned on her neck. Sighing, he straightens himself again. "Are you sure you didn't squeeze too hard?" Before Heinrich can react, Alana opens her eyes. Recklessly, she stomps into Heinrich's crotch and rolls away from Godfrey. "Bitch" Heinrich hisses and collapses, coughing. Katinka hastily bumps the back of her head into Rogue's face. Groaning, he releases her and takes a step backward. Katinka places her legs in front of Godfrey's feet. "Damn" Godfrey swears and falls. "Thedon" shouts Godfrey angrily when Thedon falls over Godfrey. "Get off me idiot" Godfrey swears, and pushes Thedon off his chest. "Dirty whore" Albrecht hisses and grabs Katinka. Growling, Katinka bumps her head against Albrecht's nose bridge. "Aa" growls Albrecht as they both fall down. Rogue groans when Albrecht lands on him. Dizzily, Katinka blinks her eyes. Pearl red blood dripped across her face. Come on Katinka one more time, she thinks as Alana hurries out of the stable. She bravely wraps her legs around Godfrey and drags him down again. "Damn it" growls Godfrey as he falls on top of Katinka. Katinka hastily wraps her leg around his hips. "Stop" Godfrey orders angrily and pushes Katinka hard to the ground. "Wolfgang, Rogue, grab her" he shouts and pushes Katinka down her shoulders. "It doesn't help at all if you stop me," Godfrey grumbles and stares into her eyes as he pins her shoulders down. "Look what you've done" he swears, and rubs hair from her wound. Alana runs hurriedly across the market square. Panicking, she looks back at Wolfgang, who is fast approaching. Cursing, she tries to run faster. Suddenly, Wolfgang stops and removes the mouth cloth from his pink downturned lips. Searching for oxygen, he sits down next to the witch. The witch smiles at the squeaking boy. "You let her go handsome" she laughs, and looks at the young thief's diamond-shaped face. On his hairless chin adorns a dark birthmark, contrasting on his porcelain skin. "Who are you?" Wolfgang gasps. The witch grins viciously. "Isobelle" she whispers. Wolfgang gasps at Alana and opens his brown leather vest, revealing his black blouse. "Wolf" shouts Heinrich and kneels next to him. Wolfgang squeaks and points to the dark street. "Grab her" he gasps. Heinrich nods and stands up again. "Try to take a deep breath," he yells, and runs in the designated direction. Panting, Wolfgang rolled his eyes. Rogue jump off a rooftop and kneels down with him. "Wolf" he groans and places his hand on Wolf his back. " Come on" he says softly and pushes on Wolf his chest. Wolf his breath stocks, after which he takes a deep breath again. "Remember what Kaylee said, through your nose and then your mouth. Deep in." "Interesting" Isobelle whispers with a grin and looks at the boy, looking for breath. Hopelessly, he tries to loosen the brown belt around his lower abdomen. The golden head of his graceful long sword clatters loudly as it strikes the ground. Isobelle looked interested at the gold cross Guard. She recognizes this weapon. This was once the weapon of Selina's husband, Henricus. Wolfgang hangs his head and desperately searches for oxygen. "Deeper" Isobelle orders, placing her hand on his strong shoulder. "I can't use my powers, handsome, the inscriptions on the pole forbid me to do it, but you must take a deep breath. Wolfgang looks at her distrustfully. Rogue sighs. " Are you going to be alright?" he asks.Wolfgang nods. "Just be sure she doesn't get away. Hate lynches you." Rogue nods and jumps on the rooftop again. Isobelle grins as he slowly finds his breath. "That's it," she whispers and pulls his mask up. The iron chains around her wrists jingle loudly as she clicks the buckle around his chest. "Catch that snake" she orders. Wolfgang nods and stands up. "Oh Wolfgang" shouts Isobelle. Wolfgang stares intently at the witch's bright yellow eyes. "Break her". Isobelle grins when Wolfgang nods again. Alana peered carefully behind the corner. It looks like she's shaken them off. She hastily grinds her ropes on a protruding nail. However, her smile disappears again when she sees Wolfgang approaching again. "Damn", she curses and runs on again. The sound of Wolfgang's black leather boots comes closer and closer. "Damn why is he so fast" she gasps, and stops abruptly at the bridge. All the strength had vanished from her legs. She can no longer run. Her condition was terrible. She was sure, however, that she had lost him. She scrambles recklessly over the bridge's edge. When she wants to jump into the swirling river, Wolfgang grabs her tightly. "Are you crazy?" he yells viciously and drags Alana back onto the bridge. Screaming, she tries to defend herself against the boy's strong grip. "Shut up" he grumbles viciously and grabs her chest. "Stop wriggling" he angrily orders, dodging a blow from Alana. Relentlessly, Alana bumps her head back against his nose and uses the distraction to tear herself away. Wolfgang growls in annoyance and grabs her calf, causing her to land on the floor again.When Wolfgang wants to crawl over her, she kicks both feet against the boy's face. Hastily, she crawls up and runs away from the distracted robber. With strength she didn't know she had, she ran away. Rogue jumps off a balcony behind her. Panting, she runs back to the village with Rogue close behind. Slowly, she realizes that her chances are lost. She has nowhere to go and no one is coming to help her. All she could do was run and hide. Looking for a hiding place or soldiers, she slows down. She protests, screaming when Rogue grabs her.Rogue sniffs amusingly and grabs Alana. Despondently, she grabs his arms and tries to push him away. When this fails, she bites his fingers. "Dirty bitch" he hisses viciously and withdraws his hand. Frightened, Alana looks at the young robber. "Rogue the daring". She hears the professor's words again. Begging would make no difference to the young robber. She steps back scared. Her back thumps against the cold stones. Rogue smiles and pins her between his body and the wall. His deep eyes bore into hers. And only then does she see it.... He has Asian eyes! Rogue is different than the others? But the professor said they were brothers? How could that be when Rogue is the only one with Asian eyes?! "Rogue" she beeps quietly. Rogue places his hand on her lips and ducks away from some passers-by. Alana shudders under his strong grip as he patiently waits for the soldiers to pass. He breathes a sigh of relief and grabs Alana again. Thinking about her next move, she hits him on his shin. Alana crawls back and stares at the angry robber. "You know there's no escape," Rogue grumbles. "I refuse to believe that" Alana sighs and curls up. "Once he sets his eye on you, you can't escape him," Rogue exclaims, irritated. "It can't be that easy" Alana growls and stares into Rogue his eyes. Rogue sighs. "Just give up" "I'll never give up" Alana hisses and grabs a loose brick. Knowing she can't go back, she hits the stone in Rogue's eye socket, after which Alana hurries away. Relieved, she takes a breath and looks at Jaspar's cabin. She has reached the professor! "I didn't think so" Heinrich suddenly shouts and jumps out of the bushes. He grabs her tight and slides a hand over her mouth. Screaming, she struggles to break free from him, but it's a losing battle. Alana's strength is nothing compared to his. "No" she screams under his hand and tries hopelessly to get away from him. Godfrey looks up when Heinrich relentlessly drags her back into the barn. "No" she yells again when Heinrich throws her to the ground. Godfrey looks out concerned before rushing to Alana. With trembling hands, he drags Alana up. "Where's Wolf and Rogue?" Godfrey grumbles. Alana looked scared in his eyes without answering. Godfrey sighs, irritated. "Where," he starts unkindly, but he is interrupted by Wolfgang and Rogue walking into the stable. Angrily, Rogue closes the door behind him. "Dirty bitch" he grumbles and removes the mouth cloth. A fresh layer of blood drips across his face. Shoulder-length black hair hides his pointy ears. Alana swallows. She observes the young boy. His oval-shaped face, thin pink lips, straight, thick eyebrows, and snub nose... It takes a moment before she realizes it... He's just a kid! He can't be older than her. Blood ran over his warm ivory skin. Her stomach twists. Suddenly, a wave of guilt takes the best of her. Wolfgang takes a deep sigh and removes his hood as well. Curious Alana looks at the kid. It is true, he is so much different from Rogue. Did the professor lie? Or was it a mistake? Wolfgang rubs his shoulder-length blonde hair from his face. And just as she did with Rogue, Alana took a good look at his face. She wants to remember their faces. If she can escape, they can't surprise her without their hoods. But once again, while she observes's the boy his face, she can't help but feel guilty. She looks at all the details of his face; his diamond-shaped face, thick straight dark blonde eyebrows, straight nose, porcelain skin and downward-turned light lips... Just like Rogue, it doesn't take long before she realizes they are just kids... Wolfgang seems younger, Rogue is just super tall. But still. They are kids? Are they Hate his kids? No that can't be. who's kids are they? Heinrich chuckles when Wolfgang falls on his back. "It is a fighter" "That suddenly makes it even more interesting" jokes Heinrich. Rogue scoffs and puts water on the wound above his eye. "You know what he said Heinrich" Godfrey orders sternly and watches Alana turn her face away from Heinrich's hand. "Fun breaker" Heinrich mumbles again and gives Alana a hard poke. "But he hasn't said anything about her," laughs Heinrich, and strokes Katinka her face. When Wolfgang sits up again, Alana looks at the ground in shame. Several wounds adorn his face. "Heinrich hold her" orders Godfrey. Heinrich looks up from Katinka and arrogantly grabs Alana again. Heinrich's strong hands are wrapped tightly around Alana's body again, afraid she might slip away like a balloon. Alana squeaks softly as his strong arms embraced her body again. "First we have to warn him", Godfrey grumbles and takes a mirror from the brown bag that adorns Heinrich's back. Alana stared at the gold hand mirror. Under the clear round glass, a silver butterfly adorns the gold rim. If the robber informs Hate, he could appear at any moment.
If Hate is here, Katinka can forget her freedom. Never mind Alana's. But how can Godfrey inform Hate? The mirror. Alana leans against Heinrich and stamps the mirror out of Godfrey s hands. "What are you doing?" he yells angrily. Alana bumps the back of her head against Heinrich's nasal bone. She hurries to the door, but Rogue is faster. Arrogantly, he clamps her between his body and the solid wall. "Let go of me" Alana orders angrily. "Oh yes why would I do that" he mocks and grabs her wrists tightly. Alana shoves her knee into his cross with all her strength, whereupon he collapses, groaning. She pushes him away as hard as she can. She quickly ducks away before Wolfgang can grab her." Come on Alana, there is no way out" Godfrey shouts in annoyance. Alana swallows as she hides in the hay, afraid he might be right. "I don't want him to take revenge on Katinka" he roars viciously. She jumps up, screaming when Wolfgang grabs her. Crying, she begs as he pins her to the floor. "Give it up now", Wolfgang grumbles and puts his arm on Alana's throat. "You can't escape him" he threatens viciously and drags Alana back up. Alana shudders briefly and stares into Wolfgang's deep blue eyes. The dried blood under his nose and above his eye makes her stomach turn guilty." I'm sorry" she whispers sincerely, and pushes him back. Wolfgang whimpers. A protruding pitchfork penetrates his shin. Alana takes a big step back. Shocked, she places her hands before her mouth. "I am sorry" she says, and slowly disappears into the hay. Startled, she lets out a cry as a hand slides over her mouth. "Shh" hushes a soft voice. Alana looks nervously at the black gloves. She breathes a sigh of relief when she recognizes Thedon's round brown leather wrist guards. "Thedon the Young, he is inexperienced", Jaspar's words reverberate slowly in her head. Alana smiles softly and grabs Thedon's hand. With one swift movement, she drags the boy to the ground and pulls the dagger from his brown leather belt. "Don't move" she threatens dangerously with Thedon's dagger to his throat. Shivering, the boy nods and lifts his hands. "Come on up!" Thedon swallows and scribbles straight. "Thedon" asks Godfrey uncertainly when the boy slowly emerges from the hay. "What are you doing?" Godfrey grumbles when he sees Alana behind him. "I'm really sorry" she whispers. Thedon swallows. "No" he whispers softly. Alana closes her eyes for a second and gives Thedon a light push. "What are you up to?" Heinrich grumbles next to Godfrey. "I'm sorry but you must let go of Katinka". "Or" threatens Albrecht with Katinka in his hands. Before Alana can answer, Wolfgang dives out of the hay. However, because of his injured leg, he miscalculates his jump and ends up moaning on his side next to her. Alana looks at the silver buckle that holds the three Leather straps to his chest. An elegant scorpion is engraved in silver. "Sorry" she whispers again and looks back at Godfrey. "What was it now?" "Katinka" stammers Alana confused. Heinrich scoffs. In response, Rogue grabs her from behind. "Thedon", Godfrey shouts in shock as the dagger cuts past his sternum. Alana clatters the dagger when Rogue throws her to the ground. "Now I'm really tired of you" he hisses and grabs her throat. Alana lifts her legs, but this time he is faster. "Don't think so" he hisses and grabs her legs. Rogue ruthlessly drags her up and puts his arm around her throat. "Thedon okay?" Yes, Godfrey grumbles and pushes a linen cloth on his wound. Alana, gasping for breath, scratches Rogue his arms. "Rogue let her loose a bit" orders Godfrey annoyed. Rogue sighs and drops his arm. Coughing, Alana takes a deep breath. "It's okay dude" Godfrey soothes and rubs Thedon's blue hood. Thedon gently rubs his bright eyes and helps Wolfgang up. Wolfgang pushes him away and limps uncomfortably to a straw bale. He slumps down. "That's it, she's going to die" he growls and takes his sword out of the case. "Wolf" calls Godfrey hastily and grabs his hand. "You know what he said. Alive." Wolfgang stares at Alana, grunting. "You can't even hit her yet" mocks Albrecht. Wolfgang stamps his healthy leg indignantly. Wolfgang's leather vest creaks protesting when he drops himself on the hay bale again. Albrecht retakes the mirror. Alana punches Rogue with her elbow and then stamps him in the crotch. "Not again" Rogue curses and drops to his knees, coughing, whereupon Alana hurries out of the stable. "You can't escape" Godfrey shouts angrily. "If I have to, I'll burn up the whole village!" Isobelle grins when she sees Alana running. "The dwarf can no longer protect you" she shouts laughing. "Give up niece" mocks Isobelle. Alana stares at Isobelle in amazement. Her aunt? Screaming, Isobelle takes a step back as her finger touches the chain. Alana looks up at the necklace in surprise. "That can't be!" Isobelle exclaims viciously and stares at her burnt skin. "Katara is dead" she announces coldly. Alana takes a step back and stares at Isobelle. Did she just burn herself on the amulet? How is that possible? "Witches store their powers in the amulets. Never take this off, it will protect you." Alana smiles and hurries away. "You don't think you can escape him," Isobelle calls after Alana. "The darkness is inside you" she whispers laughing. Alana lifts her dress and runs through the alleys. Where are the soldiers when they are needed, she angrily curses.And where did you think you were going?" Rogue suddenly shouts and grabs Alana. She jumps up screaming and tries to slip out of his grasp. "Where you come from"? "Let me go" she orders angrily. "Far from, certainly not after you mutilated my little brother" he hisses. "I would love to cut you open in person" he growls viciously. Alana closes her eyes nervously and lets herself fall backward. "No"shouts Rogue and dives behind her. "Rogue" shouts Heinrich and tries to grasp the both of them. He looks at the duo that falls with a hard splash in the flowing river. Startled he stares into the swirling water "Damn" he curses and turns angrily. Alana coughs and lifts her head above the water. The icy water stabs her body like knives and grips with invisible claws her clothes. The stream pulls her under again. Hastily she tries to swim up, gasping for breath but her clothes keep dragging her down.Rogue groans and grabs her." No" she yells and splashes him. "Rogue let go of me" she roars angry after which her head goes under again. Rogue groans and pulls her up in his arms. He struggles against the strong river flood. "No" he groans , but before he can react it's too late. They both fell off the waterfall. Alana crawls on the solid ground and spits out the water. What the hell? How can this be? Hate is her father?! All this time, Alana thought that Katinka was her only sister. That father had died. Everything seemed so simple now that she thinks about it. Why can't she go back in time? Before she knew that her father was a hypocritical and demonic being. Jaspar knew who Alana really was all along. All these years he had kept this secret. He had lied to Alana. And Katinka? Katinka! She must catch up with the robbers and rescue Katinka. Tears rolled from her eyes as a fiery pain cut through her back. Defeated, she continues to lie on the ground and loses consciousness. She hears the howling sound of an owl, quickly followed by a bird call before everything blacks out.Godfrey looks up nervously when Heinrich walks in. He pulls Rogue with him and places him down. Rogue breathes heavily and rubs his wet cold arms. He shakes his head in silence. While Katinka's eyes light up, Godfrey grumbles something unintelligible. "We have to spend the night here," Albrecht says, closing the bandage around Wolfgang's leg. "He cannot walk on this." "That's all right," Wolfgang replies, scribbling straight. Godfrey rolls his eyes as he slumps back moaning."You" Albrecht hisses and drags Katinka straight. "Last chance" he growls viciously. Katinka stares shivering like an aspen leaf into his eyes while tears wet her face. "Her own doom if she doesn't say anything to us. Vengeance will take it out of her." Godfrey mocks. Albrecht laughs viciously and pushes Katinka back to the ground. "No doubt" Albrecht mocks. Heinrich sighs. "We have to find her before he gets there, you know he doesn't like to be disappointed. "Heinrich" begins Godfrey but Heinrich interrupts him. "He's not the smartest but when we say she's Alana, he never believes us." "Heinrich" whispers Godfrey softly. Heinrich abruptly grabs Katinka. "Where's your idiot sister " he hisses. Katinka's eyes slowly fill with pure fear as she looks over Heinrich's shoulder. She gently shakes her head. "Heinrich stop," Godfrey grumbles as he grabs her throat." No Godfrey I want to tear them to pieces personally. If it were up to me, they'd both be dead. She practically tortured Wolf, mutilated, remember?! Thedon's neck was almost cut open." "Heinrich it is no longer necessary" Godfrey shouts loudly. Heinrich looks at him in amazement. "No Godfrey not this time, maybe he can".. Godfrey points nervously at Heinrich and turns his finger. Heinrich swallows nervously, glances at his nervous brothers for a moment, he looks at Katinka who trembling looks at him and then again over his shoulder.He turns hesitatingly. With an amused smile on his face, Hate leans against the stable post with crossed arms. "Oh please, finish that sentence" he mocks. "My Lord" stammers Heinrich. Hate stands up and walks amused to Heinrich "Good puppy" he whispers and drags Katinka from his arms. Katinka trembles like a summer leaf in the winter storm when she stares into the dark eyes "How is it possible that you know to get the sister but not herself?" "My Lord" begins Godfrey to which Wolfgang completes; "it is my mistake". "Not at all," Albrecht protests abruptly. "Wolf", Hate smiles teasingly and drags the boy up as he pushes Katinka down. "I expected more from you." "I'm sorry my lord. I won't disappoint you again" Wolfgang mumbles as he bends his leg uncomfortably. "I know" smiles Hate and abruptly pushes him back to the ground. Wolfgang groans soundlessly between his teeth as his injured leg hits rock hard. Irritated, he pushes Thedon away when he wants to help him. Hate grins and grabs Thedon. "No" shouts Godfrey and continues "My Lord please. It really wasn't his fault". Hate smiles and casts his gaze on the trembling boy in his hands. "Take her to the castle and find Alana" he orders cold-blooded. "Yes my lord" murmurs Godfrey and looks consolingly at Thedon. Hate pushes Thedon to the ground. He turns to Rogue. The soaked boy shivers from the cold and Hate his piercing eye. "You smell like wet dog" groans Hate and punches him. Without any word he disappears. Rogue groans and places his hands on his bleeding nose. Katinka panting tries to control her heartbeat. Heinrich carefully catches her and sets her down on the ground. "Thank you for the help" Albrecht mocks. Katinka shakes her head when Godfrey walks up to her. "Don't make it more difficult" growls Godfrey and drags her straight. "How are we going to do this?" he mutters to Heinrich. Heinrich glances at Wolfgang and shakes his head. "I'll take her. Every time she resists, I break a bone." Godfrey chuckles. "There's my brother again" he mocks. "I will support Wolf. I can't carry him, unfortunately". Heinrich nods. "It would be better if he took her." Godfrey nods in agreement. "I wasn't hoping for that. Come on, we'd better leave" Godfrey orders and turns to Wolfgang. "No crazy things on the way" threatens Heinrich and pushes Katinka outside. Katinka looks out tensely. Hopefully, Alana got away she thinks sadly as Heinrich pushes her further. Hate sits amused next to Isobelle and stares at the empty town square."You took your time", Isobelle laughs and watches the moonlight soften his face. Hate nods silently. "All the time I needed" he mocks and looks at Isobelle. "So do you think it's possible"? Isobelle grins. "I'm sure. I warned Katara when she came to get the book." Hate smiles contentedly. "The darkness is always hungry. And above all, greedy. I warned her then that it would affect her fetus, but she wouldn't listen." "Lucky" Hate blows and stands up. Isobelle grins as he pulls off her chains. "Still so strong" Isobelle chuckles and strokes his rough jaw. Hate grins and take her hands. "Not thanks to you," he mumbles. Isobelle swallows as her smile fades. "I swear I didn't want this. I wish you could make more demons, but they forced me. They forced me to take that power away!" "Really now" mocks Hate. "Hate I had no choice." "Oh you did," he replies calmly. "Hate" Isobelle begs. "No!" Hate smiles at her. "Please," she cries as her skin slowly turns in stone. "No", she screams loudly and looks at the growing pavement