Not-Just-Numbers

Any town or village, as well as any human being, has a secret. They are not spoken, but still everyone knows them or suspects their existence. In this case it was both. They said that a wizard lived in a clumsy house close to the wood, right there where not everyone dared to come, because the mountain slope was especially steep there. Or no. It was not a wizard, because there were no omens like flocks of ravens or hordes of wolves, except perhaps for more frequent storms and thunderbolts flashing. But still there was something off about the one who lived in that house. Its resident was at least immortal. What else would explain that his reddish brown hair had not gotten white after so many years? However, children were not afraid of him. Despite all the punishments and convincing, they remained next to the house at the edge of the abyss, trying to lure the Knight – this was the nickname given to the unusual village resident – outside. But he did not react. The Knight preferred