The Right Side of the Front von Berceuse (Facharbeit in Englisch 2007) ================================================================================ Kapitel 15: ------------ “This portal is the only way to arrive Slinsil in time. It leads directly to Bikanel. Afoot it would last too long.” “Gorgeous, why did you never tell me of this portal?” “It’s very dangerous to open this portal. While it’s opened, Bevelle can be reached by everyone – good or evil. So we’re not prepared if anyone wants to attack our beloved city. The last time it was open, we averted disaster.” “Okay, I understand. Is there a portal to Gandûl?” “Yes, but I’m not sure if they allow us to open it.” He continued speaking his spells and suddenly the portal started to shine bluish. “I will try to open the elvish-dwarvish portal, follow me”, he said and they went to another portal. After some minutes he smiled. “It seems to work, maybe Ironfist isn’t as angry with me as I thought.” This portal started to shine to, but greenish. They fetched the carriages with the barrels and Inredhel stood in front of the portal. “Take care, this portal leads directly to the dining hall of the dwarves. When I remember, today is Ironfist’s 532th birthday so it’s supposable that they’re celebrating.” Inredhel looked around and her eyes stopped when she saw Berethlorn. “Please, can you go there first to see if they’re pacific?” Berethlorn came a bit nearer. “No way. If they aren’t, they will kill me?” Inredhel went to him and laid her hands on his shoulders. “Do you love me or not?”, she asked whispering and kicked his butt, so he stumbled into the portal. A few moments there was silence, but Inredhel was too impatient so she just gave the coachmen the sign to follow her through the portal. Berethlorn stood there, laughing and talking with a dwarf who had to be Ironfist. When they came in, Berethlorn started to sing “Happy Birthday!” Behind her, suddenly the carriages, bursting at the seams caused by the barrels, appeared and Ironfist looked really surprised. “You elves are always good for a surprise!”, he said laughing and stood up. “How much barrels do you bring me, daughter of Irthadan?”, he asked Inredhel. “1064, because it’s 532 times two, your age now!”, she said smiling. The other dwarves stared at the beer and Inredhel wide-eyed and disbelieving. “I’m coming on behalf of my fahter apoligizing for his bad behaviour towards you. I must admit that it was realy very disrespectful not to obey your wish of beer and therefore I present a large amount of our world-famous beer brewed witch was brewed with only and exclusive for you.” “Brilliant, just brilliant! Can I taste it?” Without waiting for an answer he grabbed the first barrel and made it up to drink something out of it. “Well, it’s really the best beer ever!”, he bawled and all of the dwarves started celebrating again. After a few minutes the total chaos was there and all of the dwarves were drinking their beer. Inredhel stopped the goings by whistling really loud. All of them were calm suddenly. “Why aren’t you celebrating with us?”, Ironfist asked in confusion. “Bringing you the beer for you birthday wasn’t the only reason why we’re here. We need your help. Slinsil is in a war with Kraznir at the moment and they’re lost if we don’t help them. But our army is too small to defeat them, so also Bevelle is in danger and so is Gandûr.” “Of course”, Ironfist mumbled and started to laugh then. “A battle for my birthday? Great, let’s slaughter some orcs!!!”, he yelled then and all of the dwarfs started to bawl excitedly. “But I have to warn you. When we cross the portal to Bikanel, we’re in the middle of the battlefield”, she said and turned around. The leaders of the army crossed the portal and Inredhel unsheathed her sword. After she exclaimed she jumped into the fray. Suddenly Saruffen took her and shackled her. “What the hell are you doing, Saruffen?”, Inredhel screamed. “Just trust me!” He dragged her to a hidden way. As soon as they arrived at the clearance, they were alone and Saruffen unshackled her only to enchain her again when they came to Castle Krill. They were admitted and went to Krill’s room. “My Majesty, I made a captive.” He hustled Inredhel so she fell down on the floor. “Inredhel, princess of the elvish country and leader of their army”, she heard Saruffen saying and laughing evilly. Suddenly she noticed that her bonds were not as tight as she thought and so she could free herself. Krill didn’t recognize her because he was distracted by Saruffen. With a loud scream she jumped up and lanced her sword into the middle of Krill’s heart. “Traitor”, he fizzled and fell down on the ground. Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)