mara-z@gmx.de The Unseen Servant Despite the peace that had settled over Camelot, the air in the council chambers remained thick with suspicion. To knights like Sir Leon, the sight of the High Lord of the Druids—the man who had commanded the dead—standing at the King’s side was a constant threat. They did not see a friend; … Read more
The End of Camelot The gates of Camelot did not burst open; they simply ceased to be. With a wave of a hand, the reinforced oak turned into a flurry of white flower petals, leaving the entrance wide open to the storm. Through the rain walked a figure that looked less like a man and … Read more
Jadezauber: This snippet was a draft for the epilogue. I liked the thought of Jack telling James, “Don’t kill too many pirates,” and James answering, “I can’t promise that. I am still doing my duty.” It shows James is still the Commodore and pirate hunter, and Jack is acknowledging it. This scene did not fit … Read more
The Black Pearl cut through the Caribbean swells, her black sails drinking in the moonlight. But on deck, the atmosphere was thick with a tension that had nothing to do with the wind. James Norrington felt the rough wood of the deck against his knees. His hands were bound tightly behind his back, the hemp … Read more
Chapter 1: The Edge of Shadows The night was cold, but not in the way winter wind bites—it was the kind of cold that seeps into your bones, whispering of death and inevitability. Abyssinian stood in the abandoned cathedral, the cracked stone floors echoing faintly with each deliberate step. His hand gripped the hilt of … Read more
Aya’s blade caught the moonlight as it rose, a clean, merciless arc suspended above Crawford’s bowed head. The night was breathless around them, heavy with the metallic bite of imminent violence. Gravel shifted under Crawford’s knees. He did not move. Did not resist. He only knelt before Aya as if offering himself to the sword. … Read more
Chapter 1 – The Ultimatum The room was quiet in the way only power can be quiet—sound absorbed by polished surfaces, light diluted through glass until even the air seemed restrained. Crawford stood three paces from Takatori’s desk, posture straight, hands folded behind his back. The precision of the stance was habit, not thought. Takatori … Read more
The night was wind and ruin. The city had closed its eyes, but the shadows still remembered what they owed. Crawford stood in the open square beneath the fractured remains of a tower. His coat was gone, his gloves folded neatly on the ground beside him. Every symbol of command — stripped. He had come … Read more
Part One: A Year of Progress Crawford stood by the kitchen window, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. The coffee maker hummed softly behind him, a mundane sound that still felt almost surreal after everything they’d been through. Fourteen months. That’s how long they’d been working for Kritiker now. The first few missions … Read more
Chapter 1: The Trap The warehouse district lay silent under a moonless sky, shadows pooling between rusted containers and abandoned loading docks. Crawford moved through the darkness with practiced precision, his team following in perfect synchronization. Schuldig’s mental presence brushed against his consciousness, a familiar whisper of awareness. Nagi’s telekinetic field hummed at the edges … Read more