Hello everybvody over there in the States,

from good old Europe I wish you all a wonderful Christmas time, good days and a powerful and happy start into the new year.

The last Wolpertinger

My Life As An Invisible Being     PART 4

It´s been a long time since I last wrote down a part of my story. I´m sorry about that but I needed this time to think of all the things that happened in the last 1000 years. My power and my hope disappear more and more when I watch how parts of this mankind still behave on this planet.

But today I will go on with my story.

King Josef, the new sovereign of the kingdom of Poor felt that he was a King of nothing. No diamond rings on his fingers, no golden knife on his table, no powerful army, no wealth, no power. He lived in the biggest house of the area but not in a palace. All he owned was a lot of fields, cows, pigs and chickens and the deep and dark forest.

But he knew that in this forest there were the gold and silver mines of the wolpertingers, which were hidden by their magic spells. "This is my country, my forest, so everything in that forest should be mine, too", he thought.

And so he spent a lot of time throughout the first year of his regentship with thinking of a way to get the treasure of the wolpertingers. And he finally succeeded.

When the day of the first anniversary of his regentship came nearer, King Josef decided to invite all his sujects to a big meal. So he sent a herold through the country to spread the invitation. The people of the wolpertingers was also invited and he was happy to hear that almost every wolpertinger wanted to come.

Finally the day of the anniversary had come. Some hundred of the humans and the whole people of the wolpertingers, lead by their king, arrived at King Josef´s residence. As the wolpertingers were a little shy (and not very clean) they were asked to sit down in a seperate room where they found the best and richest meals they´ve ever seen in their lifes. The food was peppered and salted to make them thirsty and so they drank a lot of the strong and dark beer of the region.

The wolpertingers got more and more drunk and finally didn´t notice that King Josef gave a sign with his arm.

But now it was too late . . .

To be continued

My Live As An Invisible Being.   Part 3

It all began in the year 1004 in the human way of counting. We, the Wolpertingers later called it the year 01, although it was the beginning of the end of our race.

In Europe no one knew anything about continents like America, Australia and only very few knew that something like Africa existed. In that time - the dark middle-ages - the whole continent was divided into hundreds of kingdoms, some big, rich and powerful, others small and poor.

In the East of what we now call Bavaria, deep in the forests, there was a very small kingdom, which was reigned by "Richard The Poor" and so it was called the "Kingdom of Poor". The humans, who were living there didn´t have any material goods like money, gold or silver, but they where happy and friendly. They worked all day and they had all they needed, given to them by the forest and the fields.

King Richard was an old and wise king. He knew that it would have been senseless to force his people to pay any taxes and he knew that his subjects loved him for this. So the families gave him what they could and in a special, not material sense, the "Poor" belonged to the richest people of the region.

We, the Wolpertingers, lived in the forests of the kingdom. The people of Poor did us no harm, they respected our existance and felt no fear of our magic abilities. In fact the magic of most of us was rather low, only our leader and our healer were real magicans. But the people didn´t know that and we never told them.

The Poor did not laugh at us because of our strange look. Some of us had the bodies of foxes or ducks, squirrels or rabbits. Some had wings, feathers or horns, some had claws or long and sharp teeth. And somehow all these parts were mixed together, so that no Wolpertinger looked similar to the other and we all together looked like artificial beings, created by a foolish animal-peparator.

Sometimes, when one of the older farmers died or the harvest was low, King Richard himself came into the forest to talk to our chief. He came to ask for help and we normally did what he asked us for. We were beings of the forests and of the hills and we knew some hidden places, which no human had ever seen.  In the night we gave a little of our gold or silver to the poorest of the Poor to help them coming over the winter or to enable them to buy the things they needed. They all were thankful and appreciated our help. No-one wanted more than we gave them, no one forced us to do things we didn´t want to do.

So, for a very long period the humans and the Wolpertingers lived together in peace, harmony and happiness.

But one day in the year 1004 king Richard became seriously ill and died. He had only one son, Josef.

Josef became the new king, but he hated the name of the kingdom, as much as he hated the name on which his father was proud: POOR! And he was sure that he would be able to change this . . . .

To be continued

My Live As An Invisible Being.   Part 2

I´m still not sure if it´s wise to tell you my story, too big is the danger to be found by them, by those hunters. But they are far away in bavaria and I feel kind of secure here.

But I need someone to talk to, after a thousand years of fearful waiting. So,  I dare . . .

My Live As An Invisible Being.   Part 1

Finally I´m back here, in this hidden place where they can´t get me. It was so close, they were behind me, as close that I felt their breathe in my neck. I heard their guns clicking, heard them shouting: "Shoot, come on shoot the demon! Kill that dirty little magic wolpertinger!"

But I escaped. I had enough time to use a little of my magic. Just a few secret words, just a little concentration and, behind a small hill, I turned into that man, in whose shape I normally show myself when I´m moving under these human beings. It´s my duty, I have to do it. I have to watch the humans, if they have finally changed since that time when the spell was spoken. This happened in the dark times of the european middle-ages. But they have not changed. I´m afraid, they will never change.

So I turned back into the mans computer, back into the internet, back here, waiting . . .

Me, the last Wolpertinger