He had tried to make an emergency landing on one engine, but as that second and last engine also stopped working, he had no other choice than pressing the button of his ejection seat. A panic ran through him as nothing happened. He was ‘prisoned’ in his small plane that was falling down like a stone now. Shortly before the crash, he closed his eyes, as he opened them again …
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“The floor is to Wulf”, said the priest, who for the gods conducted the council.
Wulf rose up and alertly looked around to the faces of the other six members of the town council.
Gerdolf, his biggest opponent in the council seemed to be bored, but Wulf definitely knew too well that he would listen very carefully to be able to reply.