XI

You are really stupid when you believe all kinds of nonsense.

Suddenly a distant and somehow alluring scent reached her nose. Following her nose, she turned the corner and saw a series of small food shops, and above one was a dragon painted and something like "DARAGONAJA" was written, a word totally unknown to her. The smell called inside, and her stomach churned. She knocks timidly and enters. The warmth and thick scents overwhelmed all her senses. Feeling her desire for food, the meat squeaked on the grill while the good-natured chef with big forearms skillfully turned the juicy pieces of steak, chicken and lamb. An old woman from Onis quickly approached her with a scarf on her head and an old-fashioned apron on. She took her to the table and in an hour of work, a glass with a drink unknown to her was created in front of her. She smelled and smelled the sweet and sour smell of citrus.

She sips carefully and the freshness overwhelms her. She enthusiastically drank in one drink and asked for more. The old woman brings it to her and she gently takes her hand and asks what is the name of that drink?

"Lemonade, my dear, has long been forgotten in the flood of modern drinks of all tastes. Lemonade made of lemon, sugar and water, chilled to + 8 degrees Celsius, here comes the food," she said and moved to the side, and the cook brought a portion with large pieces of meat and bread. Rehearsal. The expression of her surprise made them both laugh honestly. They quickly said something to each other and then she broke off a piece of bread, dipped it in the soup next to the meat and handed it to her - "try it and take the meat with it."

The taste was indescribably good. Suddenly she remembered the dream, Damon's words that meat has always enjoyed special attention and was the most appreciated of all kinds of food. She ate with all her might.

Grandma told her: "you were Dragon from the Order of the Dragon, you just don't remember anything. When you finish your meal, you will go to the Priest with my son."

She cut herself in the middle of a bite. It was as if someone had hit her on the head.

"How? How do you know? I am what? You have to be wrong? No!"

"No, I'm not mistaken, darling, you're ours and Damon needs you."

Hilda just thought she heard everything when they know about Damon now.

What is this? Some crazy show program, prank?

She saw the exit door and got up to go out the door, when the cook said that it was not safe there, that they had already found out that she was with them and that they were going to the Labyrinth.

Who found out? Why is it not safe? To whom do I owe or owe anything? What Labyrinth?

Many questions, but no answers.

"Follow me, if you like life. Yours, Damon's and many other innocent lives. It's not for me to explain. The Priest will tell you something, all about Damon, when he can. For now, just know that you are in great danger because you are so precious and so dear to Damon."

She felt warmth around her heart because of his words about her importance to Damon. Her dear Damon.

"Watch out, I felt vibrations, someone is scanning the area," the old woman whispered.

They stood still.

"You are the same as your grandmother," she said, as she gently moved a curl of her hair with her finger.

"Those aristocratic facial features, those beautiful eyes, you are wonderful. But what is it?!"

She hisses in astonishment as her face darkens like a stormy sky showing Hilda's neck.

Hilda moved a step back.

"Horror!"

The old woman squealed in astonishment.

"So you promised yourself to the Lord of Darkness, Prince of the Undead. How?! Not possible! Where could you meet him? He is eternally in the dark, hiding in the shadows, has his own cycles of activities... but, again, the sign does not lie. He marked you, there is no doubt about that."