Mein Spiral Into Insanity part 1: Innocence Tarnis

After two months of being in London to rest the poor victims of vampire bites,

Professor Von Goosewing and his assistant son Heinrich travelled back to their

village. What awaits them back home wasn't what they have expected...

Dr. Von Goosewing's hot-air balloon slowly descended to the ground that was

closests to the church. Noticing the familiar hot-air balloon, several monks,

nuns and the high-priest went outside to greet them. Amongst them was a monk

that was only three-feet tall. He wore brown sorcerer robes that covered his

entire body (even his face was covered by the shadows of his hood). His hands

were covered by leather gloves. He also wore leather boots as well. The other

members of the church only knew that he's a Fan-tail dove because he informed

them so, and that his name is Brother Miguel.

"Gud morning, everyone." the professor greeted the crowd. Heinrich simply waved

hello.

"Gud morning, Professor. How vhas zhe trip?" Father Gustaff smiled as he shook

hands with the gander.

"Zhe trip vhas better zhan expected. Not as many wictims as vhe heff zhought. If

I may ask, vhere iz Brother Jacques? He iz usually zhe first ein to see me after

zhese trips..." Goosewing felt his heart sank down to his feet when he noticed

how the monks, nuns and the priest refused to stare at him in the eye.

"Professor Von Goosewing, Brother Jacques vhas attacked by a wampire a week ago

vhen he vhent for a walk. Brother Miguel said zhat he saw zhe entire zhing

occur. He also said zhat before he khould help him, a wampire hunter had killed

him. I am wery sorry..."

"...May Brother Jacques rest in eternal peace." Goosewing bowed his head in

mourning. He squinted his eyes the moment he noticed the monk that was

well-shrouded by his robes that one couldn't even tell his species.

"Hello zhere, vho are you?" the professor asked, trying his best to hide any

suspicion he had as he stood right in front of the midget.

"Hello there, I am Brother Miguel. I have joined this church about two weeks

ago. I originally came from England." the midget greeted cheerfully.

"If I may be asking, vhat iz mit zhe robes, gloves und boots?"

"Oh, well...I have a bad case of Beak and Feather--"

"Heinrich, go und save yourself! Beak und Feather iz wery contagious for young

fowls!"

"No, sir! You've got it all wrong! My robes, gloves and boots will actually

prevent others from catching Beak and Feather from me, so he is safe."

"Oh. Zhat is wery gud zhen, ja?"

Weeks went by, and Goosewing discovered soon enough than there seems to be an

increase of vampire victims. What he also found peculiar would be the fact that

Brother Miguel would always refuse to assist him whenever he has to pray, or

whenever there's a lot of silver or holy water. The gander first believed that

Brother Miguel was a vampire, but he then reasoned with himself that a vampire

wouldn't inform a vampire rester about his victims. Besides, he trusted the

fowl. But, he shall soon learn the hard way about this foolish mistake...

Farewell, for now!

To be continued....