Okay i try to start my first FanFic and with a little help (thanks ) i have done this.



Chapter One: Looking for something

It was another wonderful lukewarm summer evening and the birds in the trees sang sweetly. While the sun wet mildly on the country and seemed to set around a play of color from pink to orange slowly.
It was simply unbelievable.

"It is simply unbelievable. The mosquitoes suck out of my living body, my feet are in the mush and this revolting rotten smell still kills me!" Benny looked distrustfully at the marsh directly beside her from which constantly gas bubbles climbed up and burst with a Blubb.

"Have you not said somewhat of a way, Old Cow?"
"This..." Krunch interprets with a swinging movement of the hand at the mushy ground where everybody stood, "... is the way."

"Fantastic."
"Aye, but at least you guys not so deeply in it." answered Pella who was up to the knees in the mush.

"According to the map it is not wide any more."
"How far exactly?!"
"Maybe we should have procured for ourselves a guide." Cale informed of the other.

"Nonsense. We have a map that us leads directly to the temple." irritation devoted Krunch to the map again and he trudged resolutely further.

"He asks himself only from which century the map comes." Benny murmured crustily.

Benny twisted her eyes and also got on the way further, followed by Pella who had to fight a little bit more with the viscous liquid mucky-like mush.

Cale was just tired and had sunk into thoughts. He asked himself what they would probably find in this temple and whether he expected to find what they were looking for.

"Cale!" completely surprised from his thoughts, Cale slyly whirled around and could just put out brown something which flew at raving speed on Him and landed with a splash in the middle of his face. Everything became black around Him.

When he roughly wiped the mush from his face with a hand, he saw Richard standing before himself. "Why have you pelted me with mush?" asked Cale reproachfully.

"This is no mush, now it is your camouflage."

"Camouflage? Camouflage for what?" Richard moved up closer to Cale and whispered to Him, "For monsters."

"Monsters?" whispered Cale questioningly back and surveyed the area more closely.
"Yes they lurk behind the thick bushes, behind the next rock or directly in the musty mush..." he indicated at the mush in thick veil of mist, everywhere was covered. "... always hungry on lukewarm days. Their favorite food are elves so I have heard."

With these words Richard went joyfully of the way.

Cale hard swallowed. Somehow the area already seemed to Him even more unlikeable.

Quick he shook off the hideous thoughts. He patted Sooba and was glad he had someone he could always rely on.
Even as he itself turned to go, a voice suddenly squealed,"MONSTER!!!"

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Chapter Two: The Stranger


Cale whirled around, his bow pulled out and striking a defensive pose. "Where, where???" shouted Cale panic. However, everything what he saw was a man who was wearing brightly colored clothes like a Paradise bird in this hopeless scenery. He indicated with outstretched hand at something behind Cale.

Also the others had not failed to hear the stranger and also looked behind themselves.

There stood only Richard who peered now also in the direction behind him.

"There is nothing at all. Nothing that looks like a monster. And I know how a monster is supposed to look. I am an expert in that area, you know. Who is the type generally? He has really no notion." Richard crossed the arms before the breast and looked at the stranger disapprovingly.

When he itself to his friends turned all eyes rested reproachfully on Him.

"What?" questioningly Richard looked at the others.

"What have you done again, Warlock?"

"Nothing." As if the matter was cleared with it, and helped Bunny from the mush and set him on his arm.

"NOTHING!?" shouted the man indignant, "You monster, really don`t know any more who I am?"

Richard looked at the man deliberative. "Hm, except badly dressed? Not really. And what should this show generally?"

Richard stared at the radiant blue shirt the man was sporting.
Cale could not help laughing.
"He looks like one of those targets I used in archery training." he noted.
The rest stared to laugh. Except Krunch who stared as the man's fury returned.

"Now who are you?" asked Krunch.
"I am Harold van Halen and I want revenge in the monster who has attacked my village." He pulled out his short sword and stood firm, ready to challenge Richard, though not seeming very imppressive with his pink pants.

"Hm. How did the village look then?"
"What?" Harold looked at his enemy aghast. "You, the unworthy creature doesn`t remember at my village in which you have slaughtered my family my friends, simply everybody?!"

"There, you must already become a little more exact. Did it maybe have red pendants? I remember one that had damn many of it. Hm, or it was this it looked, as if it still comes from the primeval times. where everybody runs around so uncivilised and swings themselves from liana to liana. That was, I believe, the strangest one what I have ever seen..."
The man's expression clearly said that he was wrong.

Cale, Krunch, Pella and Benny didn`t look at their companion less reproachfully.

"What then?!" Richard looked at everybody with innocently.

"I cannot remember precisely any small little village or town I have visited sometime."he said.

So there we are, the next Chapter is on I hope you enjoy



Chapter 3: Surprising


Chapter 3:

"Because it didn`t exist afterward any more. How you destroy my village. It has been burnt down from the foundation walls. Nothing more was left, except cinder. You have burnt my father almost directly before my eyes. For it you will atone."

Suddenly it made with Richard click. "Ha. Now I know it. He also wore thus tasteless little shirt, right?"

"This is our family coat of arms!"

"What ever, you were the type that has shouted,You may kill my father,but please, please, spare me and then screamed like a little girl and ran away. And now you want to avenge Him? Although you are in a certain way responsible for his death?! Well, I wouldn`t have spared Him or some kind like that..., however, this is anyhow very ironic."
Richard could laugh to himself before any more do not hold.

"For me sounds that rather confusing." Krunch marked.

"Not quite heroically." said Benny.

"He should have fought up to the bitter end." said Cale disappointed.

"Aye. So I would never want one of that sort in the family." Pella added.

Harold was shocked before bewilderment.

"Sorry? He..." Harold indicated again with the sword at Richard which laugh to itself before hardly on the legs could hold, "... is the one who killed him!"

"Well, with such a coat of arms, you have only almost challenged the Warlock to do that. You were to be explained absolutely a kind jocularly running around aims for Him" tried Benny to explain.

"These are just family coats of arms! And in the name of my family and all you on the certain one have killed I will take revenge. He has everybody on the certain, I am the only-"

"Coward."

"Idiot."

"False-escorted."

"Aye, betrayer."

Harold tried to fail to hear convulsively the remarks.

"-one that had survived."

Richard had controlled himself from laughing for a while, but was bearly able to manage it as he said one more sentence.

"The only one that has survived?" asked Richard amused.

"The only one. So what have you to say in your defence, unworthy?"

With a blow Richard became serious and the others also noted the change immediately. Cale was to intervene if necessary. Also thus a funny man had earned at least a chance. Or two.

"Listen to me well. I recur usual not..."
Before Cale could talk appeasing to Richard, he stood quite menacingly before Harold.

"Richard, No!" but instead of expected fwoosh Richard stood just there, while Harold a few steps stepped back which raised a hand protecting his head and with the sword hand by the wild to and fro swing therefore anxiously to keep Richard on distance. What proved a ridiculous picture and possibly let assume, why he had run away then screamingly.

Unclear it was, why he not disappeared in the opposite direction, but followed Richard three weeks to challenge Him again.

One could call this on the whole thing just stupidity.

Harold looked at Richard fear-fully. No more track of the man who had still spoken one minute ago of revenge and family honor was to be seen. Now he closed his eyes and hoped just for a quick end. It didn't happen and when he slowly opened an eye and winked, he still saw Richard standing before himself.

"... I am so sorry."
Everybody saw amazed into it when they heard the words of the Warlocks, but couldn`t think they were real.

"Have I just misheard or does our Warlock really have excused to somebody?!" said Benny unbelievingly.

"No." answered Cale also totally amazed. "I have also heard it."
Even Krunch and Pella could not believe they had experianced this.
There had to be a logical explanation of this.

"Is he maybe ill?" asked Cale anxiously.
"Our friend here is an undead, Pinky. So far as I know undead cannot become ill." taught Krunch. Which made sense.

"Maybe a curse lies on Him?" Pella looked at Benny questioningly.

"What then? The curse of the good action, or what?"
But Benny concentrated upon the aura of the Warlocks.

"It is, as usual. There is nothing unusual."

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Chapter 4: The Temple

"Ahem,what?" asked Harold confused.
"That its. I have told you, I do not recur. Say goodbye.“ With a fwoosh Harold was aflame like a sparkler. And in a few seconds, there was only a small heap of cinder left of him.

"Richard!" Cale looked at Him piercingly.
"What?" He has attacked me with the sword. You all have seen it. It was self-defence.“
"And what about the farm and orphanage?"
"Pure self-defence."

"Richard … you cannot simply destroy everything that is in your way …“ Cale sighed.
"Oh, I think I can do that.“ with these words Richard simply went on.

Krunch saw again with an examining look on the map. "Finally, at least we are able to go further."
Cale looked once again at the left over heap of cinder and then followed them shaking his head.

A few hours later they stood being astonished before a gigantic temple. The temple was dark and overgrows from plants and tendrils. It looked uncanny.

"Is this not marvellous? Nice and large, a gigantic garden, a remote location. And best of all..." he hold up his Finger. "...no neighbors or uninvited visitors. It is perfect.“
Richard stood enthusiastically before it.

"I have to look at the interior." And even before the others could react Richard was already away. He ran in the direction of entrance which was overgrown of plants.
Only a cloud of dust was left in Richard's place.