Roon and the Blueporling E-Book

Ruediger Utzig

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 206

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Three friends and the adventure of their lives. Roon, Tammu and Malth, three best friends, are ordered by their sick village doctor to get medicinal mushrooms from the Sihner heights. They experience numerous dangers on their adventurous mission. A giant wants to eat them, constrictors attacked them, a giant eagle wants to capture them, robbers and beasts face them and they have to fight for their lives more than once. Will they manage to get the necessary medicine to save their village from death?

Leseprobe

For all young adventurers

Table of contents

Prehistory

The order

The good bye

The grateful peasant

The Batakswamp

The healer

The giant Jowe

The Hincher-Canyon

The Village of Barka

The robbers

The judgment

Forgiveness

The Tassling Falls

The Fall Hill

The father

The Nileks

The village of Nasbork

The little Dog

The Sihner heights

The beast

The Purga care

The old Giztu

The Marzen-Mountain

Through the gorge

The Flame pond

The trap

The cottage charm

The Zornets

The village of Nairu

The lovely Tonnya

The Game "UNNS"

The blacksmith Giddar

The second visit

The blue world

The way to Sakun

Homeland

At home

The breeding

The thief

The final fight

The fourth time through Sakun

The rescue

Drawings list

About the author

Prehistory

My name is Roon and today I am 73 years old. I must tell you this story because, I do not dwell much longer on earth. The hardness of the teeth on the time ate my bones. For this story not to fall into oblivion, I would like to tell it to you, because it has not only decisively influenced my whole life, but that of our whole country. I myself have lived since my birth in the great country called Molega, there again in a small village called Bechhof, which is a suburb of the larger city of Sakun. Sakun is a day's march south in a valley on the long river Rabas. Over the last 120 years, thanks to better quality of life from the village of Sakun with only 300 people, it has become a large city with almost 7,000 inhabitants. In my place of birth Bechhof live today about 350 people. Most of these people live on their handwork, for generations. Agriculture was and is the most important source of income. My parents and grandparents were like that too. They farmed a small but fine farm in the third generation, north of Bechhof, which I later took over. But now to my fantastic story. It has been around 60 years ago when I was traveling with my best friends Malth and Tammu as a twelve-year-old boy. We were once again like so often in our forests adventure experience. Malth was, according to his own statement, a multiplicity and therefore also a little overweight. Since he liked to eat a lot and his motto was "If the food is good, it can also be quiet.", I found him funny and sympathetic. We liked to take him from time to time because of his "hobby horse" on the arm. Malth was a cozy person and could laugh about himself. Tammu was a head smaller than me, and had to learn from his childhood on his body size. This led him to surmise himself. He sometimes faced opponents who were far superior to him. But this often with success because he was not afraid or not afraid. He understood how to respect himself. He was brave and had the heart of a lion. I must admit today, he was more intelligent than me. At that time I did not confess to him, since I always wanted to be the leader of our little gang. Today I treat him with all my heart. Tammu was not the strongest, but the wisest head of the three of us. Despite everything, even if there was a quarrel, we were best friends and nothing and nobody could separate us. There were no problems for us, only solutions. We do a lot in the beautiful forests north of Sakun, where Bechhof is situated on a small mountain. Behind our village, we headed west into the forest. It was a mixed forest with foliage and coniferous trees. It was our forest for all the adventures in the world. A walk about an hour to the north was a tower from which our ancestors, the Waaken, had fired their enemies. Halfway to the tower was a castle ruin. Once we were again on the way to the castle ruins, which one should not actually enter. We could only enter the ruin from the rear, because the front entrance was nailed with boards. A large dark part of the stone ceiling had not yet been collapsed and we ignored the structural condition of the castle. What should happen to us? We were the greatest. After entering the ruin, we went straight ahead, then a few steps to the right, then a bit to the left into the main room. From there you could see through some cracks in the ceiling into the sky. "Oh, come, folks, what are we doing here? We've been here so often, we'd better go down to the headwaters of Rebu," Tammu said impatiently. "I'm hungry again," Malth muttered again. I rolled my eyes with so much adventure. "You just swallowed four pancakes an hour ago, Malth." I tried to calm him. "Here, take my water bottle first, it's better than nothing and helps against your hunger," I added. I do not think Malth was aware of this. Full, what was full? After a little discussion, where and what we should do now, we decided to finally get on the road to the headwaters of Rebu. I was told that this spring was already over 1500 years old. Luckily, the places where we enjoyed playing and adventure were just a few hours apart. So we always managed to drag ourselves home. As a child one usually does not think that one still needs strength for the way home. The way was well known to us and we whistled a song we had learned at school.

In the evening we whistled mostly from the last hole. It was one of those great days when everything was right. Us three best friends, the weather, the fun, the mood and this wonderful forest. In the distance we saw something on our way. I guess we had traveled about a third of the way, when we met a well-known woodcutter with his loaded truck. This was so far nothing very unusual in our forest, but he had a fast pace, the woodcutter with his car. It was not until he came closer that we recognized him. It was the old urchin that was crumbling with almost everyone in the village, which I have not understood until now. He gave the two horses the reins and came very quickly to us. "Nightmare!" I shouted. We had no other choice but to go aside. We did not have time to choose a suitable place. Tammu was a little unlucky, because he landed in the fire house. We heard this old urchin still laugh until he could not be seen after the next turn. I shouted after him, "You'll get your punishment, you old sack, I'll get you, I promise." When we were all back on the road, I saw how bad Tammu had been. The fires triggered a pustelike reaction with their poison in the skin of Tammu. His little red face continued to evolve from minute to minute and looked like a crumble cake. "HAHAHAHAHA." Malth smiled as he saw Tammu. "I fell softly," he joked over his stomach. Tammu looked at him angrily. "You've fallen into the horse show, my dear Malth," Tammu said, laughing. I think that helped him a little over his pain with the pustules. I said to him, "One day we'll snatch the old creeper, who would have killed us, but I have not yet met such a disrespect." Then I said consolingly to Tammu: "The cold water of the headwater of Rebu will cool your burning skin a bit and relieve your pain." "And you, my fat fellow, will take it from this stench." I said to Malth. Nothing could stop us, nor a frustrated neither a bitter old man. It went on our way for half an hour slightly downwards, which one is very gladly. Such a path runs almost by itself. We were quickly again in the best mood. Then we saw the headwater of Rebu with the small wooden hut to rest. There you could refresh yourself and rest on the old little wooden bench. After Tammu had cooled his face with the cold spring water and Malth cleaned, we filled the water bottles again. Since I had an idea, I never lacked it. "Shall we go to the old Waakentower, or rather go home again?" I asked my friends. "Year, we have not been there for so long," Tammu said with bright eyes, and it seemed to me that he forgot his burning face. I hoped that Malth would have to run there too, because the tower was always uphill. Fortunately, he agreed, so we set off at once. Since Malth was still hungry and we did not want to hear any more about his starvation, we picked the big ripe fruit from the bushes. They were beautifully large and would surely calm down their satchels for a while. It actually calmed him for a while. It went uphill for an hour and a few handful fruits later, we recognized the tower through the trees. I thought every one of us was looking forward to getting back up there. "Do you know how many steps it is to the top?" I asked the two.

"Nope." And "I do not know anymore", were their answers. "Damn, I do not know anymore, let's count them again," I said. We went into the interior through the two large open doors. It sounded with every sound we gave from us. This game we did every time. We whistled and rejoiced at the echo. Then it finally started. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ... we started counting. There were always 13 wooden steps up to a corner of the tower. In every third corner was a small wooden bench to rest. The old wooden railing was no longer quite safe and I did not want to use it. The steps were getting higher and higher. "First." Malth muttered. Finally we had to caught our breath. This view compensated us for the whole run. The wind blew us hard and hard, but we did not care, because we were proud to have made it. I estimate the height of the tower at about 30 men. Far above the tops of the trees we could look over almost the whole of Sakun. "From here the Waakenbergs fired their enemies," I told them. "What enemies?" Tammu asked. "Well, our ancestors, the Sakunians," I replied. "They've been fighting for food," Malth said, laughing. "Are you hungry again?" Tammu asked, laughing. In fact, about a year ago, there was a terrible famine of the Sakunians and the Waakenberger grape harvest. The old Waakenbergs had large cultivation areas and cattle-raising. The Sakunians later settled here and "organized" their food from their famines among the Waakenbergers. What to do when the hunger comes and you know where there is food in abundance. The Sakunians were a wandering folk, well versed in crafts, but also mastered the craftsmanship of "Sneaking thiefs". My, yours, ours, they had not yet known. That is why they were not very popular here in the region. The Waakenbergers have built this tower to look out for their enemies. But this is another story and is told another time.

After enjoying the beautiful view, we went down the steps of the tower again. As we walked down the stairs, Malth asked: "How many steps were they now?" "I've counted 242 steps," Tammu replied. "I came to just 238, maybe I overlooked four," I said. We agreed to count again next visit. "Hahahahaha, always the same, you can not count?" Tammu joked. We laughed. I believed in the count of Tammu, as he had always been very conscientious. Slowly it was time for the way home. The sun was already very much down, the shadows were long and this beautiful sunset. I still love this mood today. The wind whistled around our ears and it slowly grew cooler. The legs were slowly getting heavier. We were looking forward to home, the laid table with dinner, sausage, cheese, butter and hot tea. "I eat a little, but often, and then much, so I come to the goal in the morning and evening." He sang to himself. We were broken, but happy and our adventure ended so peacefully. We all thought at that moment. But it came differently than we thought. Suddenly a screaming, aggressive, wild Weggin jumped out of the bush from the left. It stood before us with its two pointed pegs and roared. My first thought: running away? "No, not with me, either you or me, we're not letting anyone get rid of us." I shouted at Weggin. What nonsense, as if I could understand. I grabbed a long branch from the edge of the road and went to the Weggin. "Get lost." I cried and struck him between the eyes. This gave him respect for it, to escaped. "I think it calmed down." I laughed at Tammu. Tammu gave him another stone. As it ran away, my knees became soft. I had to sit down. I was frightened, but I did not want to show it. "Where did it come from?" "They're just out in the night," Tammu asked. No one knew an answer. But where was Malth? He had disappeared. We called him, but at first there was no answer. Suddenly a voice from the forest asked: "Is it gone?" "Yes, Malth, come out again, and we saw him coming out behind a thick tree of trees." Come on, Malth, so you can finally get something to eat. "I think I'm hungry." I said, "Pain, you must go to the doctor tomorrow." "Why? "He said," I do not want to be hungry, but you're sick, "said Tammu, who immediately understood my joke Tammu, with a mischievous smile on his lips, "If you had been eating the last 15 years, you would not be a nasal dog today," Malth said, and began to laugh and was visibly refreshed by the horror of the Weggin. Now it was time to go on to go home. After about an hour of hiking we had finally arrived peacefully at the edge of the forest. We dragged out of the forest and left our huge and beautiful adventure playground, which was the biggest for us and always surprised us. "Finally!" Malth sighed. "Tomorrow we will go to the whitewater bath at Bernolt, where there are pretzels and sausages," he said decisively. "Of course Malth, that's the most important." I said to him, grinning at him. An exciting but beautiful day ended slowly.

Three years later, the following, almost unbelievable story, which has shaped our lives in Bechhof and also in Sakun to this day. That we three young friends should play such a big role, we would never have dared to dream of. This story must be told and not forgotten. It affects all the inhabitants of Bechhof and Sakun and all subsequent generations. I would like to tell you. It is a very important chapter in the history of the inhabitants of Bechhof and Sakun.

But now, from the beginning.

The order

When I was only 15 years old, my mother sent me to our popular village doctor, Doctor Myar. Not because I was sick, but because the doctor needed help. I liked that because our doctor was a very nice man who had helped us all a lot. He was already over 70 years old and still works. "As long as I can run, I am and remain your doctor," he always said. Woe, if someone asks him when he wants to retire, then his favorite saying came: "If I can not work anymore, I will go to my patient, God keep me from it." The doctor had the heart in the right place and did not take himself so important. But now he needed help. The man who had already provided medical care to everyone in the village at least once. It was not so far to Doctor Myar's house, where he also treated everyone. I once counted the steps because I was having fun and came to 352. I rang at his beautiful house and after a short wait, doctor Myar's opened the heavy wooden door. "Hello Roon, nice that you could come," she said, asking me to step in. My friends Malth and Tammu were already there and everyone was waiting for me. In such a small village everyone knows everyone. Doctor Myar's sister was visibly affected and went straight to the closed bedroom of her brother, saying, "My brother is very ill, and therefore my request, keep quiet, his nerves are so hard to deal with the ask for your help, please go to him, he will tell you right away, I hope you can help him. " Slowly, she opened the door to the bedroom, not to frighten her brother. "They're all here now," she whispered to her brother. Doctor Myar was very weak and spoke in a low voice: "Come closer, boys, come closer." We went to his bed. He handed us all his hands. "Dear Roon, dear Tammu, dear Malth, thank you all for coming, I know as if it were yesterday when I helped you three in the world, and you came into the world the same year I am old, weak and sick. " "How can we help you, Doctor Myar?" I asked, somewhat impatiently. The doctor said softly, "I want to tell you, I feel so weak and sick, I have helped so many people in my life to get well again, but now I need help myself, I have a rare nervous disease, for which there is only one means which is hard to find: it is the powder of the ground blue porling. " We all looked at each other in astonishment. "Huh, what is a porling?" Tammu asked. I did not know this either. The doctor continued: "The blue porling is a mushroom that grows only on the mountains at the heights of Sihn. My request to you, can you get me four of these mushrooms? "I'm so glad to see you," I said, "I'm not going to let you go," he said "Thank you guys, I knew I could rely on you. I'm going to tell you exactly how these mushrooms look, so you can find the right ones, "the doctor said. At that moment, I was thinking about how to make it clear to my mother that I might be on the road for a few weeks. Tammu and Malth looked at me as if they were just waiting for me to say, "Let's go get these mushrooms." The doctor continued to say, On this way to the heights of Sihn many enemies, traps and enemies will be waiting for you. Be careful and the most important is to keep together. "After that, he asked for a white piece of cloth and a coalstripe, then he painted a mushroom, which none of us had ever seen." The doctor was a real artist. The doctor said, "Hold the mushroom against the sky. The fungus must only be slightly darker than the sky-blue, then it has reached the correct flowering season. Oh, I forgot, he grows on old tree stumps. Best on the Haichentrees. In my garden is such an old specimen. "Exhausted, Doctor Myar fell back on his pillow and groaned." Please go now, my brother now needs to rest. When his face takes this red color, he immediately needs rest. I tell you all first thank you very much for your coming and thank you for your good will. In the name of my brother, too, "said the worried sister, and accompanied us to the door, I quickly inserted the drawing, then quietly left the house of Doctor Myar, and on the way home we talked about nothing but our fantastic adventure.

The Blueporling

The good bye

After walking through the door at home, I could hardly wait to tell my mother this incredible story. I called to our kitchen where my mother was most of the time: "Mom, do you know what the doctor has and wanted from us?" "You'll tell me right away," she said. Of course she already knew. I told her everything exactly, and asked her, "Why did he ask us three and not a few adults?" "Because he trusts you, you are almost already grown up and he is trusting you three," she replied. It was not right for my mother that I would take part in this dangerous adventure. I had to persuade her a little, because I wanted to help the doctor. But since she had a heart for the doctor and we all owe him a lot, she let me go. The next morning after breakfast, she said to me, "Please take care of yourself, Roon, your two friends, Tammu and Malth, need you too, you took a great responsibility with this help for our doctor Myar "my mother said and took me with tears in her eyes tightly in the arm. Farewell to a loved one hurts. Especially if it is your own mother. Nobody is ever closer to you. She carried me nine months under her heart. I was a little sad, after all, I did not see my mother for a few weeks. Since the death of my father, we have grown even more together. We had to walk the long way by foot and the whole route had many big daymares, if not weeks. Who knows what would stop us? Since the few horses we had were used for agriculture, we had no other choice but to walk. But the worst thing for me was that I had to leave my mother alone for the next weeks. My little sister Sena was only eight years old. My father died five years ago by an accident in the mines. My mother has still not really wounded that my dad is no longer there. To this day it is not yet clear how this terrible accident could happen with 14 men, which had to leave their lives. Since the five men who were responsible for the safety, also died in the accident or shortly thereafter, is still not clarified how this misfortune could come. But now it was time to leave. Each of us had his backpack full of clothes, blankets, dishes, cutlery, mugs, and food for the next six or seven days. As a weapon for defense everyone had his knife. I hoped that the knives would not have to be used. After a short farewell from my mother and my little sister, I set off. I did not want to make it too difficult for all of us, so we made it short. We met in front of the house of Malthes parents. She just put a pan in his backpack. "A very important tool," Malth said, laughing. His parents also said good-bye to him. Tammu was already there. His mother whispered in my ear, "Please take care of Tammu, but he's smart, but not as strong as you." "I promise, no, I swear," I said. She smiled at me with tears in her eyes. "Thank you, Roon, you're a good boy," she said softly. Tammu's father gave me a bag of thalers. "The whole village has collected for your journey so that you can buy the essentials of your life on the way, and there are about 150 gathered thalers,