𝙳𝚊𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚣: 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝙴𝚒𝚗𝚜

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚

Cover illustrated by Viktoriia Boiko - See the amazing development above!

Das Herz: Buch Eins © 2019 by Sayda Hope

All rights reserved. This is an original story. No part of this book may be reproduced, redistributed, or used in any manner without written permission of the story's creator.

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: This story will contain subject matter not appropriate for all readers, such as blood shed, violence, religious remarks, and associations as well as sexual situations. 

Wierderganger - Of Germanic origin, meaning "Again Walker". Tales of the dead rising have been told for centuries. Associated with plagues, mysterious deaths and even weather changes, their existence in stories is usually vengeful, sexual, or are merely depicted as nightmarish monsters that survive on an unholy hunger. The reason for a person to awaken from the dead could be the result of nearly anything, ranging from not having their names removed from the burial clothes to dying in battle. Remedies for these lurking creatures varied from driving a stake with one thrust into the mouth, binding the head to the ground beneath it, or forcing a stone into its jaws, keeping it from biting. All the cultures of the world have their own versions of the undead... some are simply more frightening than others.

Snowy rain and blinding fog, such is the usual here. The Trennt Mountains have been the sight of battle. A battle that has left thousands dead, both ally and enemy.

In the early evening, a Commanding Officer approaches a large hillside camp on horseback in a light snowfall. His uniform is adorned with such honors that it is easy to tell that he is a high-ranking officer, yet still active in battle. Riding with him is a small group of fellow soldiers meant as reinforcements. Their number is a quarter of the soldiers already at the camp. The Commander halts at one of the resident officers of the camp and begins to dismount his horse. The officer is an average sized man with good looks but no appearance of the roughness about him that is usually seen in soldiers.

"Sir," the younger man greets as the Commander passes him and makes his way into the biggest tent meant specifically for him. Upon entering the tent, the Commander picks up a glass and pours a drink for himself. "It is good to have you here, Sir," the young man tells the General. "When Captain Amory was killed in battle, command fell to me, but I felt this conflict was important enough to require the guidance of an officer as... experienced as you," the man says standing at attention.

The General turns, still with drink in hand. "Sending word for me was the right thing..." he wonders the younger man's name.

"Mikhail Koza, Sir."

"So tell me Koza, what do you think of this enemy army that killed your Captain?" the General asks calmly.

Still at attention, he replies, "They are... sturdy," wanting to choose the right word.

"Do you know the name of their Commander?"

"Brigadier General Eber Soldat... Sir."

The Commander's grip on his glass tightens as he thinks of the weight that name carries. He looks back up at the officer. "Not many have survived confrontations with Soldat. His mind is honed for war," the General starts to leisurely walk around the table serving as a desk. "How long have you been at this stalemate with his army?"