The Right Side of the Front   von Berceuse
                         (Facharbeit in Englisch 2007)
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                                  Kapitel 8: 
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Inredhel screamed appalled and unsheathed her sword. When Saruffen was near
enough, she countered his sword-strokes and tried to defend herself. Suddenly he
murmured something and lots of shadows surrounded her. “Now it’s enough!”,
she fizzed and moved some steps backward. Her sword transformed to a bar when
she spoke some elvish words. Then she continued whispering and rocked her bar in
a special way. Saruffen laughed loudly. “What are you doing? Are you thinking
your bar can help you know?” Some time nothing happened, but Saruffen wasn’t
sure if she was adjuring a shield around herself so he didn’t attack her. At
one moment a loud noise came from above and Saruffen turned his head to where
this came from. A huge, birdlike creature nosedived to stop just a few meters
over the floor. It flew to Inredhel, who fondled his neck and whispered
something in its ear, whereupon it placed itself to protect Inredhel and fought
against Saruffen. “What is this?”, he asked surprised and sent his shadows
to the creature. “There is one thing you don’t know, Saruffen”, Inredhel
said and looked in his eyes. “Bikanel has a temple and I was there a few days
before the war began. I made it through the Halls of Examination and as you see
I succeeded in getting a new Aeon – Ixion, Guardian of Lightning and
Thunder!” Saruffen didn’t know what to do and hesitated some moments. This
was enough time for Ixion to attack Saruffen’s shadows with a big lightning.
The shadows were dazzled and backtracked. “Saruffen! Come to your senses! I
know that you’re not evil in the inside! Remember what we’re fighing for!”
Ixion created a very loud thunder which irritated the shadows. When the thunder
started, Saruffen saw himself as a child, standing crying in front of his
father. “Saruffen, you are useless!”, his father said to his 8-year-old son.
“Why aren’t you like me? In your age I started to learn how to fight, I
learned how to be a great warrior, fighting for the right side of the front!”
Saruffen looked down and his tears fell down zo the bottom. “I hate you”, he
whispered. “What did you say?”, his father yelled and took Saruffens
shoulders to shake him. Saruffen looked up and an anger that he never felt
before filled his mind. “I hate you!”, he screamed, “and I’ll never be
like you!”
The thunder stopped. Saruffen was really confused. Wasn’t he like his father
now, filled with hate and darkness? He chased away the thoughts and concentrated
on the fight. “Well, if you don’t want to addict, it’s your death
sentence!” Inredhel wasn’t afraid anymore, because she new that Ixion would
protect her and was very strong. Saruffen created a mysterious fog around Ixion,
which was frightened suddenly. “Ixion, don’t care about his shadow magic!
You know that you can win this fight!” Ixion shook his head and flew a few
meters up to a point where no fog was seen. Again it created the loud thunder.
“Saruffen, open your eyes! It’s not the right side of the front!”
“Choose the right side of the front, you useless little fool!”, his father
told him again and again, almost every day. After a while he started to believe
he was useless, began to learn fighting and went to a very famous shadow priest
to be taught. When he was 16, he finished his training and he got stronger and
stronger. But still he didn’t want to be like his father. When he came home, a
terrible picture awaited him: the whole village was burning, their house
couldn’t be rescued anymore. And in the middle of all this chaos stood
Saruffen’s father, laughing cruelly.

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