Project DaD (Game)
Unscripted Tales (Game)
Yew Tree (Movie Script)
Cogaidh (Animation)
Left behind (Flash Fiction)
Wolf at the Door (Short story)

Genre: Adventure

Platform: multi

When Day and Night are waging a war, whose side are you on? And what if the choice has been made for you?
Times have changed. The world stopped spinning. One side eternal day, the other never-ending night. And both sides won’t back down from a fight.
When the thieving FREYA is forced to join the army, she doesn’t care much for Nightans. But when she is sent to infiltrate their army, she finds friends behind the enemies’ borders and soon starts to rethink her loyalties.
After making a fatal mistake, COMMANDER BAKARI, a former nobleman, is left with nothing but the suicide mission he and his soldiers have been sent on. Convinced he can go back to his noble ways if he survives, he doesn’t care much for his soldiers. Until he learns the truth about his former life and the victims it cost.
Follow FREYA and BAKARI through their world. Learn about the war, about the people fighting it and why. Your choices and the way you solve puzzles will change how the story ends.

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Genre: Point and Click Adventure

Platform: Oculus Rift

When young Atari starts his new post at the magical library wing, the Big Sneeze happens. All the heavy tomes around him sneeze their contents out resulting in characters, objects, and even scenery falling out of their pages.
But what sounds like a dream come true at first, is actually a nightmare. Fiction is starting to take over real life and soon, Reality starts cracking.

Meet your favorite (or not so favorite) book characters, solve puzzles and join Atari on his quest to reverse the book sneezing effect, before chaos unfolds.

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Character Examples:

Name: Catnip Everteen

Character: aggressive and emotional, always hungry, loves games

Appearance: tight black clothes, side-braided hair, Bow and arrows on back, brown hair, very thin

Description: She originates from a trilogy named “Hangry Games”, where she is the main character who is fighting through a board game tournament and is constantly looking for food. She’s also craving the attention of the two guys who are in love with her. Her enemy is snow, which keeps falling on her playing boards and ends the games before a winner can be determined.

Role in the game: Side character. She is part of the forest scenery and jumps down from trees to start a board game with the player. But snow will fall on the board before the player can solve her Minigame. For the player to gain her help and win the Minigame, he has to find a way to stop the snow from suddenly falling on the board game.

Name: Eduard Cunning
Character: Falls in love easily, self-sacrificing regarding his love
Appearance: dark hair, bright skin, dark eyes
Description: Originates from a vampire love story. He is the love interest in said book. He is a vampire, but doesn’t drink human blood. He likes humans and wants to protect them from his partly evil family.
Role in the Game: Side Character. He falls in love with Apprentice Harriet, who summoned him into the library. He takes great care of her during the time, they spend together, and he doesn’t really want to return to his story. He thinks his love interest in the book is kind of dull, after seeing this world. The player can try and convince him to return, since he could die if he stays, but it’s rather hard.

Dialogue Excerpts:

Happy Potter: […] I am but a potter. And these pots will not create themselves, you know. <laughs>
                         Player: But you have been sneezed out. You are in a different world.
                                                  Potter: This can happen to the best of us. Luckily, my pottery has been sneezed out as well.

R-Tex: My name is R-Tex[ARR-Tacks]. I’m a horse. A horse of a hero.
                      Player: A hero?
                                      R-Tex: Yes. But no need to remember me. I’ll die soon. It was my final chapter. My hero must go on without me.
                                       Player: How do you die?
                                       R-Tex: I don’t know. I never read my book. I’m a horse. I can’t read at all actually.

Player: I want to make a book sneeze, but it just doesn’t sneeze out what I need.
                      Robin Hood: Did you bake it a cake?
                                            Fergus: Why would he bake a cake for a book?
                                                                  Robin Hood: Well, thinking like that will not get you anywhere.

BECCA: 17 years old, short hair, scarred wrist, wristband tan line.Shy, introverted, angry and sad at the same time. Bad at speaking her mind. Met SARAH at the hospital ward. Was always in awe of SARAH’s extroverted seemingly happy nature.
SARAH: 16 years old, long hair, cheerful, hospital wristband,likes the spotlight, hides her fears behind a confident, bright attitude, (not the real SARAH, but an image of BECCAs imagination)
BECCA walks the path up to a hill, making a point of looking straight forward, small out of focus lights flicker past. All her focus is on the Yew Tree at the end of the path. On one of its thicker branches sits SARAH. SARAH jumps down when BECCA approaches.
SARAH’s face appears slightly angry, BECCA averts her gaze.
“I haven’t been here for a while”
So I noticed.
“I don’t have an excuse.”
(pauses, distorts face ashamed)
“But I am sorry.”
That you weren’t there, or for what happened?
(quietly waiting, gritting teeth then desperate outbreak)
“Why didn’t you call me? You called everyone else.”
Why didn’t you?
(hunched shoulders)
“I … I couldn’t have called.”
Why? It’s easy. You pick up your phone, type a number and hit call.
(ashamed but with a hint of defiance)
“It’s not that simple.”
(sinks to the ground)
“You know I get scared.”
(raises an eyebrow)
Do you ever stop for a moment and consider the other person might be scared too?
(looks up to her, confused)
“You? You’re never scared of anything.”
(laughs sadly, sits down next to BECCA)
Really? We used to talk every day before. Then you stopped talking. You weren’t avoiding me, not really. But you didn’t call and wouldn’t come by. You just faded out of my life.
“You’re the one who found better friends. I stayed where I was.”
(provocative, softly punches into her side)
     You could have come with me. They’d have liked you.
(starts fidgeting with her hands and wrists)
“They wouldn’t. I’m damaged, remember?”
(fakes BECCAs accent on the last word, mockingly)
Me too, remember?
(clenched teeth, tears in her eyes)
“We promised to never do it again.”
SARAH becomes transparent, revealing that she is not really there. The candle lights at the graves flicker in the wind. Cemetery caretakers move around, but neither of them notices BECCA.
     I know. And back then I meant it. But a lot happened.
“Matt Bernard happened.”
(sad smile)
Ahh, yes, but it’s never that simple. You know that, right? And then, when I wanted to go to the city, I was looking at the train closing in and …
(voice trails off)
(looks at tree branches above, calm, knows what’s coming)
(whispering softly)
I decided to let go.
SARAH vanishes. BECCA’s tears start falling, her body rocking. Shadowy figures of other cemetery visitors move past her, but she doesn’t care.

“So, let’s talk about your father.” The man in front of me leans forward to look directly into my eyes “What’s the story?”
I sigh on the inside. I knew this was going to be about him. It always is. “There is no story.” At least none I could tell, I add in my head.
A frown appears on his face, ever so slightly. A contrast to the big smile he always keeps for the audience that isn’t even here. “How can there be no story? I mean, you’re his daughter! You know everything!”
“I haven’t seen my father since I was six years old.” I answer forcing my voice to be steady. “I haven’t spoken to him in years. He’s been too busy.” My voice breaks despite my efforts.
“Well, he is busy saving the world, right?” His smile never breaks. “He can’t help it.”
The way he phrases it … As if I have no right to ask for more attention. To wish for my father. For him to listen to me just once. Heat crawls under my skin, right into my face, which I know will turn red.
“He’s still a father though!” I say, trembling from anger. “It’s great, that he is saving the world from evil and all. But if you really want a story, how about one, about the daughter who has been neglected? The wife that didn’t have her husband when she died…”
“I don’t think this is going to work!” His smile disappears, even though the red lamp of the camera is still there. He runs his hand through his hair, sighing. “Look, people love your dad, because he saves them.”
And another story will never be told, is what he doesn’t need to say. I already know. This footage will never be shown to anyone. No audience wanted to see that.
“I know, and that’s great and all.” My anger vanishes as fast as it came up. “It’s just… ” I sigh. “Sometimes I wish he wouldn’t care about the world. Sometimes I wish he would care about me!”

The man’s steps faltered as the trees cleared the view of the building; he was closing in. The place was a mess. Metal junk was stacked in the grass and it looked like someone had spilled oil on the paved path to the door. The earthy smell of the forest mixed with something musty and rusty, as if the metal here had been accepted as part of the landscape. Still, nature itself didn’t seem bothered by it. He could see the traces of some kind of deer grazing here, close to the entrance, and around the next corner there was a fox running fast, surprised by his trespassing. The house itself didn’t seem in a great condition either and had big chunks of colour missing revealing mossy bricks underneath. All the windows were cracked and the roof seemed to give in any moment. It didn’t seem that anybody had lived here in a long time. Nonetheless, the people from down the hill recommended this place.
He shook his shirt to cool himself a bit. The sun had reached its peak while he climbed the hill through the forest, making him sweat and breathe heavily. The townsfolk from this area didn’t tell him much but still he got the feeling they weren’t too eager to point him the way. He stopped, looking back the way he came and back to the building. Maybe he did take a wrong turn somewhere. Either way, he was already here, so he could at least check if someone was there.
The door made a thudding sound when he knocked. The bird’s chirping seemed to grow louder as if to mock him and the silence that followed his action. Again he looked back, thinking how returning home was not an option. He tried again and this time he had to control himself as he heard something moving. It was a clanking sound, metal crunching against wood. His hackles rose as it came closer and the knot he had in his stomach for days started to grow again.
The door opened and he became face-to-face with a massive wolf head. The man jumped and he wanted to turn to run, but his feet wouldn’t budge. It felt as if his shoes were glued to the pavement and his knees buckled. The wolf assessed him with golden eyes, his grey fur sticking out in all directions. Suddenly it tensed and a low growl came from the depth of its throat. The man averted his gaze to the floor and lowered his head. He had heard somewhere that its submissive behaviour and a wolf is less likely to attack. Not able to see the wolf’s actions anymore he stood there and prayed to all the gods that came to his mind.
“Tik? Are you scaring my customers again?” a female voice shouted from somewhere in the building. “Step back, you stupid idiot, how often have I told you to get me first before opening the door? You know the people here are not used to your kind.”
A loud whining and sighing sound came from the huge animal, vibrating the air around them.
“No excuses, get back inside or I put you back outside in the barn, we have an agreement here and you know it.”
The man’s eyes widened in surprise as he felt rather than saw the wolf turning and moving back inside. Weirdly enough, the clanking sound seemed to come from the creature as it went away.
“So, what do you want?”
The man raised his head and furrowed his brow.  He had made a mental image of the person he was about to meet, but the young girl in front of him didn’t seem anything like it. She couldn’t be any higher than 5 feet, but where his own skin had the typical white of the region, her skin was kind of dark, though he couldn’t say how dark, since her face and arms were covered in black grease. And even though her hair was as dirty as her leather working clothes, he could still see that it was way too bright for her being a child from this town. This was a foreigner.
“Uhm,” he started and cleared his throat, “my name is Gavin and the town’s people told me to come to you.”
She frowned and narrowed her eyes. “What for? I pay my taxes and follow the law.” He could hear the wolf moving inside again.
“No, no, not anything like that. I’ve got a curse problem.”
“You mean Tourette’s?”
“What? No, as in magical curse over a part of my property.”
“I can’t help you with that.” she stated matter of factly and turned around. She had already started to move away when he held her back.
“No, please, the people told me you could help.”
“I don’t know why they would say that, I’m a mechanic, not a mage!” Her answer came out clipped and he could hear the wolf returning, followed by a weird rusty smell that didn’t fit the wild animal at all.
“I know, that’s what they said at first too, but they also said that you can do things.”
She grabbed his arm, turned and brought him down with a swift movement he hadn’t anticipated from a girl as young as her. All the air left his lungs as his back hit the floor and stabbing pain flashed from his wrist to his shoulder when she moved in front of his face.
“Who said that?” she emphasized every single syllable scarring him almost as much as the wolf’s head had in the door.
“Barclay did. And Ainsley.” His own voice had a much higher pitch than usual and he started to hate himself for coming here. He could have just sold the curse to someone else. “Listen, I’m not here to harm you or the wolf or any other animal living here. But I really need your help with this curse.”
She let go of his arm. “I’m not a mage,” she repeated. “And it’s not my fault that they all left when you started burning them alive. I’d have left too, if I were one. You could try to pray to the church and ask for a priest though.”
“I don’t have money for a priest” he admitted rubbing his arm.
“No god helps the poor, huh” she sounded bitter.
“Gods can’t help everyone.”
“Oh they bloody well could.” she said angrily “But I can do with a cheaper price in this month. Tik has to come with us though.”
“Price? I thought you might do it for free.” he murmured and felt her assessing him and his patched clothes. He had spent a lot of money in the past months to find someone to rid him from the curse he had injected in his home, but it only added to his misfortune. To get a priest he had to pay for a governmental permission and the church fee and paying it took all his money before a priest even considered coming and solving his problem.
“No good work is ever for free,” she answered. “But I don’t need money here. You could either come and assist me a few times or bring me food, we’ll find a solution. If you tell other people about me though, I’ll send you Tik.”
“Tik is not, by any chance, the cute fox I saw around the corner outside?” He knew the answer to his question already, but a man could hope.
“Oh, you’ve met copper? Did you maybe see Sparky too? He’s been sunbathing so much lately, he sometimes misses lunch.”
“Who is sparky?”
“A stone salamander. You’d remember if you saw him though, he’s the same size as copper.”
“No. So Tik is…?”
She grinned and pointed back to the wolf. “Tikaani, my loyal wolf and lifetime companion.”
Gavin needed to remember to ask her for her name. And age. The young female mechanic who was saddling a wolf in front of him looked like a mere twelve year old, but had jagged scars on her face that looked like they were from blades. Just a while ago he found out what the reason for the cranking sound of the wolf was. His left front leg was missing but had been replaced by a mechanical leg with some kind of winding mechanism. The joins seemed old but reliable and he would bet his last bit of money that the girl built it herself.
            “So what type is it?” she asked, ripping him from his thoughts while pulling the belt tighter on the saddle.
            “What?” he gave back, earning an incredulous look from her.
            “The curse. What did it do to you? You ain’t missing a leg you know.”
            Was this how the wolf lost his leg? Was she cursed too? Or was it the wolf? He didn’t know much about wolves, but most of them lived in packs and not in a mechanic’s workshop. And most weren’t that huge. “Well,” he started and tried to get his thoughts in order, “it started half a year ago with noises didn’t bother me at first, but it grew worse every day. Things would break, screaming in the night and then phantom fire started.” He shuddered when the memories returned. “There are several nights, when I woke because I was on fire. But it was blue and I couldn’t quench it. And when I finally collapsed, I’d wake the next morning without any burn marks.”
            She didn’t answer to that and he didn’t tell more. He couldn’t talk about the visions he had been having. The ones about blood and brutal death which felt so real every time. She didn’t ask though. A thoughtful look had appeared on her face and she started to rock back and forth on her heels. “What has been cursed? And do you know who it was?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never even talked to a mage except for you. The curse could be walking around with me right now and I wouldn’t know.”
            “I’m not a mage.” she repeated with force and seemed rather annoyed but he just shrugged. “But I can assure you, there’s no curse upon you. I’d notice if it were, so it has to be around your home.”
            “How do you know that?” Wide-eyed, he looked around the courtyard one more time. But now it was her turn to just shrug him off.
            “I just know. Do you know how to wield a sword?”
            He frowned. What help would a sword be against a curse? “Well, I had sword lessons once when I was younger.” She looked him up and down, and then took two swords out of a trunkbeside her. Not the safest place to store weapons, he thought, but then he remembered that she owned a giant wolf as a pet. Maybe some people didn’t need to worry about thieves or attackers.
            People were looking at them and Gavin couldn’t really blame them. He’d stare too if he saw one of his neighbours arriving on a giant wolf. It wasn’t his favourite way of travelling either. The wolf’s movement threw him around a lot and he had to hold on to the girl who somehow didn’t seem to care at all when the animal jumped and scattered around corners.
            He felt like vomiting, when he got off in front of his house. It wasn’t big. He had bought it years ago when it was mostly ruins and spent time and money on rebuilding it to its former glory. It had three rooms on two floors and a build in toilet and kitchen. He used to be very proud of that before knives started flying in his direction and the pipes made strange sounds whenever he walked into that area of the cottage.
            Tik scratched his paw on the earth, stamping his metal leg and Gavin jumped, making the bystanders move away. He hadn’t even noticed them.
            “Yeah, I know, Tik,” the girl said, sounding a bit worried. “There’s magic here.”
            “On the walls?”
            “No, don’t think so. Has to be inside. Would you mind if Tik came with us? It seems like a tight fit, but it would be safer.” For all her pride over her companion, she seemed conscious of how the world saw her and her friends. He knew she thought he’d say no. But he also instinctively felt that she wasn’t actually asking. She was testing him and his ability to accept the weirdness that came with her help.
“If he can get inside, he can go in. It’s a mess anyway,” Gavin answered, feeling a smile itching in the corner of his mouth. Hopefully she didn’t notice.
            If she was surprised by his answer she didn’t show it. She barely moved her head in acknowledgement before she unsaddled her companion and went inside. A banging sound followed as the wolf squished himself through the door. His growling sounded annoyed, but Gavin wasn’t sure if wolves could feel annoyance. He threw one last glance at the gawking crowd and followed his guests into his house.
            The girl stood still in the hallway. She had her eyes closed and her face turned towards the ceiling; she smelled the air. He couldn’t see where the wolf had gone, but sniffing sounds came from somewhere down the hall and so he tried too. Pulling in air through his nose he noticed a faint smell of herbal candles and mouldy walls. The usual odours of his home.
            “What are you doing?” he turned to her.
            “So I noticed. What are you smelling for?”
She opened her eyes and turned to his living room, still sniffing the air once in a while. “Didn’t you tell me it started six months ago?” the girl hadn’t even so much as looked at him, while she sniffed out his home.
“Yes, that’s when it started!” He quickened his steps to keep up with her
“Can’t be true. This magic is ancient.” Though she didn’t even turn to him, the accusation was audible. Even her wolf growled somewhere to emphasize the meaning of her words.
“I’m not lying!”
“If you’re really not lying, and I hope for your sake you ain’t, what changed 6 months ago? Any big purchases? Something new?”
“I…” he stuttered starting to sweat. “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know?”
“I really don’t, it was six months ago, I didn’t keep track of things like that.”
She sighed and looked at him intensely, before she gave a long, deep whistle. With a loud snort and cranking steps her wolf entered the room. Without asking she turned for the stove and started to prepare a fire.
“The magic’s smell is too weak now. Tik thinks it’s stronger at night, so we’ll have to wait ‘til then.” She sat down next to the flames and started to unpack things from her bag.
“Tik told you his thoughts?”
“No, he’s a wolf, he can’t speak, silly. But I know what he would say if he could.”
“And you can smell magic?”
“He can.” She took a big sip from a flask she pulled from her belt. “And I can do everything he can. Care for a drink?”
            “Are you old enough to drink?” he raised an eyebrow. She did look like a child after all.
            “How old do you think I am?” she grinned as she took another sip.
            “How should I know? You didn’t even tell me your name.”
            “I’m 29, turning 30 soon.” She held her flask towards him. “And my name is Sera.”
            His eyes widened a bit.  “That’s a foreign name.”
            “Yes” she didn’t say more. He had guessed as much by her appearance. Her light hair was more common further in the north, close to the wilds. He’d never traveled there but rumour had it, that the people there were ruthless cannibals that sacrificed strangers to some kind of ever-hungry caterpillar. She didn’t seem the type to sacrifice anything to any kind of god though.
            A loud noise ripped Gavin from his dreams. He couldn’t remember when he had fallen asleep, but his thoughts had been drifting off more and more before he collapsed. Sera was already wide awake though. Her nose flared as she took in the smell and looked around vigorously. Tik stood beside her, his hair on end.
            “What’s going on?” he mumbled, trying to pull his legs out from under his body.
            “It’s growing.”
            “The magic. The spell is now activated. It will soon attack.” As she said it, the air around them started to vibrate with energy. Wind rose coming from all the directions at once.
            “So find it and break it.” He had to shout to break through the howling blast.
            “I can’t! I told you, I’m not a mage. I can find the object, but I can’t break it”
“I can’t break a curse!”
“Then why did you not say so?”
“I did! Several times! Only mages can do that!”
“Then why did you come here?” The winds noise grew stronger and put pressure on his ears, forcing him to hold on to the wolf, before his was blown away.
“You seemed desperate. And I do know ways to stop curses.”
The air suddenly stopped and it grew eerily quiet. Tik moved his head and sniffed the air, then snorted at Gavin, who let go of its fur. The large animal sniffed at several objects stopping in front of a dull vase. The old porcelain was dusty and had turned slightly yellow over the years. It was a very cheap one he had bought from a traveling merchant some time ago.
 Sera moved for it too, smelling the air around it and smiled. “That’s it. This thing here is what causes all this. But this is no curse.”
“What? But what else…”
“I know you people here dislike magic and don’t believe in ghosts, but souls who enter the realm of the dead, the paradise. According to your belief all dead disappear from this world.”
“So there is someone living in my vase?”
“Not living, dead. It’s not a cruse which was brought to your house. This is a binding.” She turned and took one of the swords from her bag. It wasn’t very big and its scratched blade seemed rather blunt, but there was a winding mechanism at its handle. “Listen. I don’t have a second spectre sword, the other one is mainly for negating magical protections, but I need your help. A binding can be broken by destroying the object, but the ghost will stay. Do you understand what I mean?”
“When we break the vase, the binding is broken, but the ghost will attack us?”
“Most likely, yes. I’ll send Tik outside as his teeth can’t hurt a ghost, but I need you to destroy the vase, while I’ll make sure the ghost attacks me, okay?”
“Okay.” Gavin had a bad feeling about this and as he watched the wolf leave he suddenly felt a lot less safe than before. Sera looked at him then at the vase and nodded. He kicked it. Shattered porcelain clattered on the floor, followed by a loud screeching noise that seemed to explode directly in his ears. Dense fog rose from the pile and formed a pale woman. Wafting, she turned her head towards Sera.
Her voice bellowed through the room though he couldn’t make out any distinct words. Blue fire flew from her hands and Sera had to jump to the side to avoid the flames. Again the ghost screeched and Gavin felt the wind rising again.
Sera lunged for the ghost, but the fog stayed well out of her reach, using magic to attack instead.
Lightning flashed with her shriek through the room and his heart jumped in his chest. The ghost didn’t seem to want to fight fair. And though Sera did her best to get close, she was always a few seconds too slow.
“Damnit,” she swore when she lunged, missed and landed next to him. “Why are ghosts always mages.”
“The ghost. She’s a mage and a powerful one at that. Woah!” Another blast of fire flew into their direction and they ducked. “So full of hate, this one”
“For me?”
“Aw, don’t take that personally, but she is probably a few centuries old, so you don’t matter. She hates all of us.” Again she avoided the ghost’s spell and tried to land a blow, but the fog just wafted aside. If this ghost wasn’t so angry, it would have made him laugh. Then one of her fireballs hit him.
Familiar pain engulfed him, as he went down screaming. The phantom fire spread over his body, tinting the world blue once more and he wailed in agony. He knew from all his past experiences that the fire wasn’t real. It was some sort of hallucination, but it didn’t help in the slightest while the flame licked his skin. It burned as if his insides would slowly evaporate and his eyes became unfocused. Then it stopped. The flames were suddenly gone.
Sera was still fighting the ghost, this time actually reaching close combat, but never more but nipping her enemy slightly with her sword. The ghost avoided her blade, sending flames at her once in a while. The fire didn’t burn her though. While Gavin was still sweaty from the pain it had caused him, the flames seemed to not harm the girl.
He staggered to his feet. There was blood on him where the porcelain on the floor had cut his skin, but other than that he was fine. The ghost screeched again in her loud voice, chanting a spell in all directions. Gavin wasn’t really a fighter. His job used to be an accountant for several shops down the street and his swords classes were years in the past. But he couldn’t watch them much longer. Sera didn’t stand a chance against all those spells and the ghost seemed to know when to avoid the blade.
He turned in search for something he could use, but as his living room mostly consisted of books and trinkets, there was nothing useful here. Then his eyes fell on one of the herbal candles he used to try to lift the curse weeks before. It was still lit, probably because he stopped worrying if his house burned down. He didn’t know it if would help, but maybe it would serve as some kind of distraction at least. Using his whole strength he threw it. “Hey ghost, catch this!”
The foggy woman turned her head and gave a frightened screech as the candle hit her head. Weirdly enough it hadn’t passed through her body as he expected, and broke apart before falling to the floor. Using the strange language again the ghost started to cast a spell again.
Before she could finish the last sound though, broke Sera’s blade through her chest. The ghost had taken her eyes off the girl after the candle and hadn’t noticed her closing in. Shock lingered in her eyes as she stared at the sword.  Sera turned it and pulled it out in a swift movement.
The fog billowed furiously as the woman started to fall apart. Her face contorted and her mouth opened and closed fast, but no voice came out. Then the wind stopped and the mist collapsed to the floor. Then it vanished and only Sera remained standing, seeming relieved. A wolf’s howl made Gavin jerk, but he knew it was Tik before he turned around. The smell of oil and wilderness filled the room the second his clanking steps entered the door.
It had been a few days since Sera had defeated Gavin’s ghost. The nights had become quiet afterwards. There were no flying knives anymore and no waking up in blue flames. Since he hadn’t much money, he had agreed to help out at her workshop once he’d recovered. He wasn’t physically hurt though, so he just needed to sleep. The trees around him now felt much less scary as when he walked here first and as his eyes fell on her junkyard he no longer wondered why she would live here.
The place still smelled of nature and engine oil and he could almost hear the cranky steps of the giant wolf she kept as a companion. Smiling he knocked at the door. There was no answer, so he knocked again harder. But while last time Tik had moved around inside, this time it stayed quiet. Confused he gripped the door knob and turned. It wasn’t locked.
Inside it was as dark as ever. But while last time Tik went for the door instantly, there was nothing here. In fact the whole room was empty and the smell of mechanics that lingered here before had become faint. The place seemed abandoned. Confused he went back outside and looked for the trunk where she had put her weapons, noticing only now that it was gone too. A lot of the mechanical and metallic junk seemed to be gone too. She had left.
Gavin stood in the doorframe and took in the place around him. When he first came here he’d seen her fox Copper running around the corner and he’d heard animals close by, but now only birds tweeted in the trees. In the great clearing with the mechanics workshop only the smell had remained and he knew that soon the plants would take over this place. Sera and her wolf would never return.

Project DaD (Game)
Left behind (Kurzgeschichte)
Cogaidh (Animation)

Genre: Adventure

Plattform: multi

Wenn Tag und Nacht einen Krieg führen, für wen kämpfst du? Und was, wenn die Entscheidung bereits für dich getroffen wurde?

Die Zeiten haben sich geändert. Die Welt hat aufgehört, sich zu drehen. Auf der einen Seite ewiger Tag, auf der anderen unendliche Nacht. Und beide Seiten schrecken vor keinem Kampf zurück.

Als die diebische Freya gezwungen wird, der Armee beizutreten, macht sie sich nicht viel aus den Nächtern. Aber als sie deren Armee infiltrieren muss, findet sie Freunde hinter den feindlichen Grenzen und beginnt bald, ihre Loyalitäten zu überdenken.

Nach einem fatalen Fehler bleibt Kommandant Bakari, einem ehemaligen Adeligen, nur mehr die Selbstmordmission, auf die er und seine Soldaten geschickt wurden. Er ist sich sicher, dass er zu seinen adligen Gewohnheiten zurückkehren kann, wenn er überlebt. Doch als der Krieg weiter wütet, beginnt er sich bald zu fragen, ob es wirklich das ist, was er will oder ob er den sinnlosen Kämpfen lieber ein Ende setzen würde.

Folge Freya und Bakari durch ihre Welt. Erfahre mehr über den Krieg, über die Menschen, die ihn führen und warum. Deine Entscheidungen und die Art, wie Rätsel gelöst werden, beeinflussen, wie die Geschichte endet.

“Reden wir über deinen Vater!“ Der Mann mir gegenüber beugt sich zu mir, sieht mir direkt in die Augen. „Was ist eure Story?“
Innerlich stoße ich einen Seufzer aus. Ich wusste, dass es um ihn gehen würde. Ging es immer. „Es gibt keine Story.“ Zumindest keine, die ich erzählen kann.
Stirnfalten erscheinen auf seinem Gesicht, so dünn, dass ich sie kaum wahrnehme. Ein Kontrast zu dem breiten Grinsen, das er für das nicht vorhandenene Publikum aufgesetzt hat. „Wie kann das sein? Du bist seine Tochter! Du weißt alles über ihn!“
„Ich hab meinen Vater seit meinem sechsten Lebensjahr nicht mehr gesehen, seit Jahren nicht mehr mit ihm gesprochen. Er ist zu beschäftigt.“ Ich zwinge mich ruhig zu bleiben, aber meine Stimme bricht trotzdem.
„Nun ja, er versucht, die Welt zu retten.“ Sein Lächeln bleibt unverändert. „Da kann er gar nicht anders.“
Die Art, wie er es sagt … Als ob ich kein Recht hätte, nach mehr Aufmerksamkeit zu fragen. Mir zu wünschen, dass mein Vater für mich da war, mir nur ein einziges Mal zuhörte. Hitze kriecht unter meiner Haut hoch zu meinem Gesicht, das sicher gerade rot anläuft.
„Er ist immer noch mein Vater!“ Meine Stimme bebte vor Zorn. „Es ist toll, dass er die Welt vor dem Bösen beschützt und all das. Wirklich. Aber wenn Sie wirklich eine Geschichte wollen, wie wäre es mit der über die Tochter, die vernachlässigt wurde? Die Ehefrau, die einsam gestorben ist?“
„So wird das nichts!“ Sein Lächeln verschwindet, obwohl das rote Licht an der Kamera immer noch leuchtet. Seufzend fährt er sich durch seine kurzen, gestylten Haare. „Hör zu, die Leute lieben deinen Vater, weil er sie beschützt. Sie rettet.“
Und keine andere Geschichte wird je erzählt werden. Er sagt es nicht, aber ich weiß es bereits. Diese Aufnahmen werden nie jemandem gezeigt werden. Niemand wollte das sehen. Dafür gab es kein Publikum.
„Ich weiß“, seufze ich. Meine Wut verschwindet so schnell, wie sie aufgekommen ist. „Nur …“ Ich stoße die Luft zwischen meinen Zähnen aus und meine Schultern sacken nach unten. „Manchmal wünsche ich mir, er würde sich nicht um die Welt kümmern. Manchmal wünsche ich mir, er würde sich um mich kümmern.“

»Gib mir die Kette zurück!«, rief der Mann, ein nervöses Beben in seiner Stimme.
Ravens dunkle Haare wirbelten im Wind, als der dichte schwarze Vogelschwarm um sie herum seine Kreise zog. Sie lächelte den Menschen an, der am anderen Ende der engen Gasse stand. Seine abgetragene Kleidung wehte ebenfalls im Luftzug der schlagenden Flügel und sein stoppeliges Gesicht war blass. Er wirkte verunsichert. Langsam hob er seine Arme und mit zitternden Händen richtete er eine Pistole auf sie.
»Gib mir die Kette zurück!« Wiederholte er, doch es gelang ihm nicht, seine Nervosität zu verstecken. Für Raven war jedoch egal, ob er sie verbarg oder nicht. Die Vögel hätten ihr sowieso seine Emotion verraten.
Ihr Grinsen wurde breiter, als sie die goldene Kette, die sie von dem Juwelier zwei Straßen weiter gestohlen hatte, aus ihrer Jacke zog. Das ovale Amulett baumelte von ihren Fingern und glitzerte in dem düsteren Licht der Seitenstraße. Langsam hob sie ihre Hand in Richtung des Menschen. Sie spürte, wie eine große Elster, die nicht unweit auf einem Dach nistete, sich ihr ruckartig zuwandte. »Meinst du die?«
»Gib sie zurück!«, schrie er, doch der Lauf seiner Waffe wackelte so sehr, dass er es ohnehin nicht schaffen würde, sie tatsächlich zu verletzen. Die Vögel würden ihn töten, falls er es dennoch versuchte. Nur zum Spaß ließ sie einen der größeren Vögel auf ihn herabstürzen und lachte hämisch, als er sich panisch duckte, um den scharfen Krallen zu entgehen.
Plötzlich erstarrte der Mensch. Seine Lippen wurden blau und seine weit aufgerissenen Augen wurden starr. Die Waffe immer noch schussbereit erhoben, sackte er in sich zusammen und schlug dumpf auf dem Boden auf.
»Ich sehe, du vergnügst dich mal wieder mit Menschen?«
Ravens Lächeln gefror und alle Vögel stoppten plötzlich beinahe mitten in der Luft. Das Rauschen der Flügelschläge wurde leise und das letzte bisschen Sonne schien zu verschwinden. Eiskalte Luft füllte ihre Lungen und ihr Atem bildete kleine Wölkchen. Hinter ihr, am Dach eines niedrigen Gebäudes, stand ein Mann mit hellen Haaren und kantigen Gesichtszügen.
Der Sprecher sprang von seinem Dach herab und landete auf einer Mülltonne direkt  neben Raven. Er grinste sie genauso süffisant an, wie sie den Menschen mit der Waffe angelächelt hatte. »Du bist in unserem Viertel. Schon wieder.«
»Nur auf der Durchreise, Bane.« Einer der schwarzen Vögel landete auf ihrer Schulter und knabberte sanft an ihrem Ohr, während er den Mann unverwandt anstarrte.
»Und dennoch bist du hier, ohne unsere Gebühren bezahlt zu haben«, stellte Bane fest. »Du solltest es besser wissen.«
»Mach dir keine Sorgen. Ich bleibe nicht hier, verkaufe nichts und ich kaufe auch nichts. Ich bin nur am Heimweg.« Sie wandte sich zum Gehen, doch die Luft schien sich plötzlich um sie zusammenzuziehen. Ihre Knie gaben unter ihr nach und er baute sich vor ihr auf.
»Das kann ich leider nicht zulassen.« Er seufzte. »Ich hab gesehen, was du gestohlen hast. Das ist kein normales Gold. Ich brauche deine Vögel nicht, um zu wissen, um welchen Talisman es sich handelt. Gib ihn mir. Jemand wie du kann damit nichts anfangen. Ich hingegen …« Seine Augen glitzerten gierig.
Raven zitterte in der Kälte. Ihre Vögel plusterten sich auf und einige gaben einen gellenden Schrei von sich. Sie wollten ihr helfen. Doch sie schüttelte nur den Kopf. Bane war viel mächtiger als sie. Er würde ihre gefiederten Freunde töten und das konnte sie nicht zulassen.
Erneut flatterten die schwarzen Vögel unruhig auf. Sie spürten Ravens Unbehagen und wollten helfen. Doch sie ermahnte diese, ihre Flügel ruhig zu halten. Die Kälte, die sie jetzt zittern ließ, konnte in nur wenigen Sekunden alle Federn gefrieren und ihnen die Luft zum Atmen rauben.
Ein weiterer gellender Schrei ließ sie aufhorchen. Die Elster. Nicht jeder Vogel war wie ihr Schwarm. Raven spürte zwar die Bewegungen aller Vögel, konnte durch ihre Augen sehen, doch sie hatte keine Kontrolle über deren Verhalten. Mit einem hohen Pfiff zischte etwas Schwarzweißes an ihr vorbei und die Kette wurde unsanft aus ihren Fingern gerissen. Bane starrte sie an und einen Moment lang war ihr, als könne sie nicht atmen. Dann begann das Eis, das ihre Lunge zu erdrücken schien, zu schmelzen. Sie atmete schnappend ein. Die schwarzen Vögel krächzten aufgeregt und das Tier auf ihrer Schulter klackerte wütend mit dem Schnabel.
»Was …?!«, stieß Bane aus. Er wusste von ihren Fähigkeiten. Kannte sie nur zu gut. Wenn es ihn damals interessiert hätte, hätte er all ihre Vögel beim Namen kennenlernen können. Er hatte erkannt, dass diese Elster nicht zu ihr gehörte.
»Elster«, gab sie nur zurück und blickte in die Richtung, in die das Tier verschwunden war.
»Hol sie zurück!«
»Das kann ich nicht!«
»Du kannst sie bitten, die Kette zurückzubringen!«
»Aber sie wird es nicht tun.«
»Woher willst du das wissen?«
»Das weiß ich einfach.« Sie runzelte die Stirn. Bis sie es ausgesprochen hatte, war ihr das nicht bewusst gewesen, doch sie wusste es tatsächlich. Der fremde Vogel gehörte zu jemandem. Selbst wenn die Elster es gewollt hätte, hätte sie die Kette nicht zurückbringen können.
»Bring sie mir wieder«, Banes Stimme riss Raven aus ihren Gedanken. Bedrohlich baute er sich vor ihr auf und sie spürte eiskalte Finger, die sich um ihre Lunge schlossen. »Finde diesen Vogel, ich weiß du kannst es, und bring mir den Talisman!«
Kalter Wind wehte durch die Gasse und er verschwand, doch die unausgesprochene Drohung kühlte ihre Knochen.
Der Druck um ihre Lunge löste sich auf und die Wärme der lauen Sommernacht kehrte allmählich wieder zurück in ihre Glieder. Der Vogel auf ihrer Schulter krächzte. Ganz langsam wandte sie sich in die Richtung um, in welche die Elster davongeflogen war. Sie musste am Marktplatz sein.
Raven konnte spüren, wie die Elster ihr Gefieder lockerte und sah beinahe direkt durch die Augen des Tieres, wie sie selbst sich mit ihrem Schwarm dem Brunnen näherte. Der Kopf der Elster zuckte leicht und ein Gurren drang aus ihrer Kehle, als eine schwielige Hand über ihren Kopf strich. Eine graue Taube flog davon und Raven fühlte, wie einer ihrer schwarzen Vögel sich aus dem Schwarm löste und sie verfolgte.
Beim Brunnen saß ein Mann mit dunkler Haut und hellen Haaren. Seine gelben Augen blitzten im fast verschwundenen Sonnenlicht. Auf seiner Schulter saß die Elster, der er freundlich zuredete. Ein Vogelflüsterer. Die tote Taube schlug dumpf auf dem Boden vor ihm auf und Ravens Schwarm flatterte darauf zu. Ruckartig wandte sich der Mann in ihre Richtung.
»Du!«, entfuhr es Raven, als sich ihre Blicke trafen. Ein Lächeln breitete sich auf seinen Lippen aus und er winkte ihr kurz zu. Das gestohlene Amulett um seinen Hals glitzerte im Sonnenlicht.
Dann in einer fließenden Bewegung verwandelte sich seine lose Kleidung in tiefbraune Federn und seine Nase verfärbte sich gelb. Das Grinsen in seinem Gesicht wich weißem Gefieder und vor ihren Augen schrumpfte seine Gestalt auf die eines Adlers.
Mit einem Schrei stürzte er auf die Taube zu und packte diese mit seinen Krallen, bevor er sich in die Lüfte schwang und gemeinsam mit der Elster davonflog. Raven sah ihm mit einem mulmigen Gefühl nach. Sie konnte ihm nicht folgen und sie war auch nicht sicher, ob sie ihn so leicht wiederfinden würde. Bane würde nicht gefallen, dass sie die Kette nicht zurückbekommen hatte. Und erst recht nicht, dass ihr eigener Bruder diese gestohlen hatte.