Chapter 95: Chapter 78

Julia

 

There was a soft, tentative knock on the door before it was unlocked.

"Come in!" Peter rolled his eyes. "Who can we welcome to our palace?"

Leopold came in with a contrite expression. "Hey."

"Hey!" Marko growled. "You’re showing up here? Now?"

Leopold stopped in the doorway. "How are you?"

"Magnificent!" Marko crept closer to him and before Leopold could react, he grabbed him by the collar. "So? Do you have anything to tell us?"

"Marko, no!" Julia rushed to the two and touched the shoulder of the angry wolf. "Please let him go."

He gave her a venomous look, then pushed Leopold back into the hallway. "If that’s your wish." He sat down next to Finn.  Julia hurried into the hallway and helped the elf up. "What do you want from us now?"

Peter followed her into the hallway and gave Leopold a brief, skeptical look. Marko's soft growl could be heard from the guest room.

"Nice!" Peter looked at the tapestries and paintings that decorated the walls of the hallway. They showed flowers and dancing elves in the woods. "So this is where you live? But I don't see anyone else here. Aren't your parents here to make sure we stay in our pretty room?"

"My mother is in the living room and my father should come back soon", Leopold replied. "Our elder wouldn't like it if we let you out."

Julia could hear, how a door was opened briefly, before it was closed again shortly after that.

"Wouldn’t he?" Peter looked around with interest. "And that would stop us? I think Marko is very interested in leaving this small room!" As if as a confirmation, another growl could be heard from the guest room.

"The eldest?" Julia stood next to her brother and crossed her arms. "And what do you want?"

"To kill us servants!", hissed Marko from the guest room.

Leopold shook his head. "No. I want us all to be free. I want the binding of servants to be banned! No one should have to fear such a fate!"

"That comes down to the same thing!" Marko now came to the door of the guest room. Finn followed him carefully. "Is that what you want?"

"Of course not! But what choice do we have?"

Julia could understand him. She had also thought she had no choice. Peter had thought he had no choice. "It is not possible to solve binding spells safely. At least not yet. Maybe someday someone will create a suitable spell. But creating new spells is not easy. Leo... How do you think this will go? Why didn't you say anything? Maybe we would have found another solution." She felt sorry for him and at the same time she was disappointed. And angry, even if she could understand the desire for freedom.

"I'm sorry about your hair. The eldest only wanted a strand, but Inga wasn't satisfied with that."

Julia nodded. "Thank you... But this is only a small comfort. At least they will grow back. Leo? The plan will not succeed. I saw it. In a vision. The village is being burned down by soldiers."

"What's going on here?" Leopold's father came into the house and looked at her confused. "Why aren't our hostages locked up? This will not please the elder. Leopold?"

Another door opened, Julia could see a bright wallpaper, and Leopold's mother looked around the corner. "We won't lock them up any longer! They are children!"

Peter grimaced. "I'm certainly not a child...", he grumbled.

"Franz can angrily bang on our front door I don’t care", Flora continued to complain. "We won't lock that door anymore!"

"But honey!" Hanno shook his head. "We can't do that!"

"We can!" Flora came out of the living room and stood next to her son with her arms crossed. "They are my guests!"

"Juli?" Leopold looked at Julia in confusion. "What do you mean, the plan will not succeed? The village from your vision is our village? The one you told me about? It is? Are you sure?" He seemed restless, and indecisive. He chewed on his lower lip with a furrowed brow.

"Yes. My mother will not respond to your blackmail attempt. Everyone here is in danger! Why didn't you tell me? Don't you trust me?"

"That's obvious!" Marko put his arm around Finn. "He didn't tell us anything. Played the good friend just to betray us!"

"We are in danger?" Flora looked shocked. "Really?"

"Or it's a lie." Hanno looked at Julia frowning. "We can't trust a witch. And not a young one either!"

"No. We can trust her!", Leopold contradicted him stunned. "She's told me about this vision before... But she didn't know which village it was... If she says we're going to fail, that's true. We need to talk to Franz! He won't like that... Everything would have been in vain. Isn’t that true?"

"He certainly won't listen!" Hanno looked at the front door. "He is firmly convinced of the success of his plan. Tomorrow evening a party is to be celebrated, I have just heard about it. For our freedom. Everyone should bring some food with them. Franz's nephews no longer allow humans access to our village. I've seen them stand guard on the street."

"A party?" Flora petted Leopold's hair. "How cruel!"

"So...", Finn spoke up quietly. " We can get out of here?"

"As long as you stay in the house", Flora agreed. "I don't want to risk you being locked up in a storage room."

Marko growled and looked at the front door. "Tonight is a full moon."

"You have to stay in the house, Marko. Really!", said Leopold urgently, and then sighed.

 

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Babette

 

The fire in the fireplace had long since extinguished. It was quiet in the mansion where Babette should have lived. White sheets lay over the armchairs and the sofa in the fireplace room. She stood in front of the painting that showed her and Peter. Tears ran down Babette's cheeks. It was all ruined. Her entire future. What was she supposed to do now?

Her relatives were certainly tearing their mouths over her tragedy. A shame. Abandoned by a prince who dared to say no. In a wedding dress! A wedding dress! She had been the bride...

Now she stood there as a fool. Over the past few days, she had avoided as many people as possible. She didn't want their false pity.

She should be a princess now!

Babette held a knife in her hand. With the other, she touched the edge of the painting. That should have been her future. She took the knife and cut across the large picture.

"Babette?" Her father approached her. "Do you want to go home now?" He did not pay a single glance at the destroyed painting. Instead, he took the knife out of his daughter's hand and placed it on the windowsill. The entire house was furnished. Staff was hired. Why should she go home?

"We'll find someone new for you." The baron smiled. "And then you move in here together. Your stepmother and I are already looking around."

"Someone new?" Babette looked out of the window. "That doesn't make me a princess either."

"No. Don't you want anyone else?"

"I should be a princess now! Guests should celebrate my well-being right now. This picture should hang on a wall. Instead, it is no longer needed. How dare he?" Outraged, she knocked over the painting, which hit the floor with a loud bang.

"I don't know my child. Let's go home first. Your stepmother is waiting for us. She was very tired earlier. I promised her not to stay here too long with you. Did you get everything you wanted to get?"

"I want to stay here. That's why I wanted to come. Not to pack things!" All her clothes were already hanging in the large closet in the bedroom. Everything that belonged to her was in this house.

"Let's go home."

"So that more relatives and friends try to attack me with their condolences, just so that they can gossip among themselves later?" Babette shook her head.

"No." Her father slowly pushed her to the front door. "So that you are with me and your stepmother. Besides, she can also use your help now, as weak as she always is. Are you happy? You get a cute sibling! And don't worry. We'll find someone for you!"

A sibling.

Babette didn’t want a sibling. She wasn't happy about that. At least it wouldn't be a witch or wizard. Not at all. But that was not a good comfort.

She didn't want to help her stepmother. She wanted to be a princess!

"Of course", she murmured.

 

Agathe

 

Where could Julia be? Where? Should she try to see something in a vision?

So far, Agathe had heard nothing. She leaned back in her armchair in the fireplace room and closed her eyes. She focused on what she wanted to see. Her daughter. Where was she at this moment?

And then... At last... White noise and a few pictures!

Julia in a small living room. Tea and biscuits. From a window, some trees could be seen. Peter tells her something. The two wolves are sitting on a few cushions...

And that was it. That's all Agathe saw. No matter how many times she tried. Each time she saw the living room and the trees nearby. That wasn't enough to find her daughter.

"Agathe?" Friedrich came into the living room. "Have you heard of Julia?"

"No. Nothing yet. I think you'll have to go to the marshland alone. I'll stay here."

"Alone?"

"It's your son." She looked at the fire in the fireplace. "Your blood. Not mine. I want to be here when they find Julia! And I want to hear what she has to say!"

"And if something happened to her?"

"She's fine."

"Are you sure?"

"I had a vision. She was sitting in the living room. Maybe she is actually with Ingried or Paul. Peter is with her. But I can't possibly travel as long as our daughter is gone. You have to go to the wedding alone."

"And if they find them today? Tomorrow?"

"Then we drive together. But be prepared to drive alone!"

The fire flickered as it ate the wood. Something was reassuring about this kind of destruction. "I heard there are dragons in the swampland. Take care of yourself."

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