In the morning Beria came to his senses. He took a deep breath, opening his eyes. Almost all the wounds healed and brightened, leaving thin pink scars as a memory. Soon they will become almost invisible. The man looked up at the ceiling, sniffed the air and looked at his brother.Aznar did not sleep. He sat in a not very comfortable position, legs bent, but did not move, because Deya fell asleep on his lap. Trustingly, she curled up, grabbing the man by the waist. Markat carefully held it with one hand, and with the other he went through the blond strands of hair, playing and passing through his fingers. He felt the gaze, Aznar looked back. Slightly smiled at the corner of his lips.- Where is she from? - despite the good health, Beria was in no hurry to get up. He knew how much internal resources such accelerated regeneration could use. Weakness is the least of the consequences that can be expected.- She arrived last night, - satisfied notes were heard in Aznar's voice.-One? Beria
Deja woke up at dawn. There was a cold gray twilight in the tent. Aznar was not there, but Bery was sleeping nearby, putting his right hand and head on the girl's stomach. As if he was afraid that at night she would disappear somewhere.- Hey, - as soon as she moved, the man immediately woke up: he turned his head, opened his not at all sleepy eyes. It was like he didn't sleep at all. -What time is it?- Morning, - the werewolf turned his nose and listened to something. - It just dawned. Half of the camp is still asleep. We started preparing breakfast.- Do you hear all this?-If you concentrate, you can hear. Beri smiled. “Every person in the tent, every horse. Falling snow. And… your heart is the loudest. AND…Here he froze.-What? Deya asked.“Something strange,” Markat replied, not taking his eyes off him. It's not sound, but rather energy. Barely noticeable echo. It probably seemed...Beria sighed and closed his eyes. And then he suddenly shuddered, sharply opening them. The pupi
A human head in a wolf mask lay on the table. Candle flames reflected in dead, faded eyes. The skin was grey, bloodless and like dry old parchment. Kertan frowned at the head.The people around the table were silent. Their faces were lost in the darkness. Only expensive clothes were visible: soft leather with silver studs, lush sable furs. Weapons in precious scabbards.- All died? asked Kertan quietly, holding back a cold fury.- Everything, sir.-And she?- The lady is alive and well.The adviser closed his eyes. Step by step, he approached the abyss from which there was no return. He knew what was in store for him. Him and his family. The rulers will be merciless. It is terrible to imagine what they will do with the man who twice attempted on the life of their Lanaren. Let his stupid daughter organize the first attempt, but at least she took care of the poison for the killer. And this move was good. Kertan gave the same poison to all his people. Quick and effective: little gray pea
While they were climbing up the slope, Bery quietly told his wife about the city. He was very ancient. It grew from a small village, in which the Markats once hid from hostile clans, captured the entire slope of the mountain, deeply bit into its stone flesh. The mountain protected from enemies and from harsh winter winds, nourished with underground rivers and springs, warmed the earth with its eternal internal heat. Day was afraid of this rock. It seemed to her that she, too, was dozing, like those hills - giants, in order to wake up one day.The city was large and rich, stone barns, warehouses, inns and taverns everywhere. The houses are two-story and three-story made of white stone and massive logs covered with some kind of light lime. The central streets were wide, numerous galleries hung above them, and the alleys wound like ribbons between the houses, narrow, barely enough for one person to pass. But even here, in the city, right next to the houses, luxurious sprawling pines grew
Winter has come. Deja looked at the world behind the magic glass and smiled. Snowflakes fell and swirled, gleaming in the sun. There was silence in the bedroom: Aznar left before dawn, but Bery slept very soundly, hugging one of the soft pillows. Trays of the remnants of supper were piled on the table, and tall bottles of red glass smelt sweetly and cloyingly of wine.Deja walked over to the man and touched the smooth, golden skin on his back. It was so nice to stroke her, the girl could do it endlessly. Stroking the skin and combing long red hair. Beria frowned in his sleep. Fooling around, the princess pulled a red strand towards herself. Smooth and thick hairs glided pleasantly between the fingers. Smiling at her thoughts, the girl began to weave a small, narrow pigtail.-Deya? - the man woke up and his eyes quickly became meaningful. - What are you doing?-Will you show me the city? She had already spent two weeks in the castle, but she had not seen anything but this room. Two wee
They wandered around the market for several hours. Buy something, try something. Often merchants offered gifts, recognizing Beria, and Deya accepted them, but paid for each. The man didn't mind. When the girl got hungry, Markat offered to go to one of the taverns.“The food there is wonderful, you should try it,” he said and pulled his nose, slightly closing his eyes. I can already feel it from here.“Let’s go,” the princess laughed, clinging to him and letting people pass.Already at the exit from the market square, they ran into a girl. Deja recognized her instantly: Laran, the councilor's daughter. Today she seemed to be even more beautiful than the first time. Her hair is gathered up, her eyes shine, and the emerald dress under the fox furs shimmers in the sun with golden threads. - Oh, Bery, - Larana, seeing the man, extended her hand, not waiting for a return greeting. Markat reluctantly kissed her. Larana looked at Deya, as if appreciating, - My mistress. The princess nodded br
Dee had a nightmare. She ran alone, through a dark forest full of cold, dead snow. In her hands was a small bundle, in which a baby squealed softly. The girl did not see him, but she knew for sure that her son was there. Tiny and defenseless. And she doesn't have the strength to save him.Behind him, frost was spreading and a long, mournful howl. Only it was not wolves that ran after her, but people in wolf masks with bloodied short daggers. She knew it. And she ran and ran until her strength ran out, and her legs became heavy, filled with lead weight.The air around him became thick as milk. It hurt to breathe. The girl froze in a small clearing, looking around and fearing the darkness, clutching the child to her chest. There was silence all around, but it seemed like a thousand eyes were watching her, invisible and dangerous.And then the snow next to her stirred: the white veil split and a pale hand with traces of dark blood escaped from it. Deya backed away in horror, watching the
The doctor was an elderly woman. At first, Deya decided that she was about a hundred years old: the old woman was hunched and moved slowly, leaning on a massive stick made of light, smooth wood. The woman’s gray transparent hair curled in thin braids almost to her knees, a silver fur cape rested on her shoulders, a bleached linen dress was hidden under it, the sleeves of which held silver bracelets on her wrists, on her legs were comfortable and soft fur boots, in which she stepped inaudibly, like a cat . The medicine man smelled of herbs and honey, and her knobby, rough fingers were soaked with decoctions. But when she came closer, the attentive eyes of a woman who was not at all old, but wise, looked inquisitively at the girl. The eyes were green, like those of many Markats, but very light, with a noticeable dark gray rim.And the first thing she did was wave her hand to the bored Beria. And surprisingly, the man immediately understood what they wanted from him. He rolled his eyes a
Three more months later...- Deya ... - male fingers, lightly tickling, ran along the bare back. - Deya-ya-ya ... - Beria whispered in the ear of his wife, who was sleeping sweetly, hugging the pillow touchingly. Pillow, not his, legal spouse.- Mmm… what? the girl sighed, eyes closed as her hot breath touched her neck.- It's time to feed the children, - said Beria, carefully brushing aside his silky hair and kissing the soft skin on his neck.-Yeah...His fingers traced wavy patterns between his shoulder blades, moving down and up his spine.Dea, are you sleeping? the man asked ingratiatingly.- Get away from her, - Aznar's displeased voice was heard. Bery tried to get it in the dark with his foot so as not to interfere, but instead he heard a dull sound of a blow and a quiet hiss.-For what? Beria groaned. - Deya!“Your children, you feed…” the princess muttered unintelligibly.“Yes, I would love to,” Bery quipped, rubbing his cheekbone.- Shh, - Aznar hissed at him, - let him slee
Finding a much-needed vampire was not so easy. His office, with its shiny brass sign, was locked. And where does he hide on weekends?I hope the professor didn't leave the academy and head into town to have a couple of drinks with friends, or, well, dine with an unfortunate townswoman.Thinking, I walked over to the silent armor in the corner. These were very old, the feather was faded, thick cobwebs twined around the helmet. Perhaps no one has asked for directions here for a very long time."Honorable sir," I said slowly, imitating Fiona. “Can you tell me where I can find Professor Valentine?”The armor was silent for a while, either surprised by the question, or trying to find what they were looking for. With a terrible clang, the rusted spear hit the stone floor, and a thin, shining line snaked into the corridor.- Thanks! - I threw on the run, following the prompt.She led me lower and lower, first to the first floor, and then past the utility rooms and the kitchen straight to the
In the morning, Borch woke up everyone who managed to tame animals, as soon as the red disk of the sun appeared above the horizon. The rest, less fortunate, had another day of hunting ahead of them.Sleepy and yawning freshmen climbed out of the tents. Then they brought their companions out of the stalls.Smoke hopefully sniffed my pockets, snorting and hot breathing, but found no food and out of spite tried to bite me on the shoulder.“We’ll have to be patient,” I patted the horse’s withers. - I'm hungry too.August failed his griffin. He stubbornly glared angrily at the hunter with orange eyes. The front bird's paws plowed the ground with their claws. The lion's tail twitched nervously from side to side. I looked at the griffin in fascination. And she shuddered when Thunder snapped his powerful beak right next to August's face.With persuasion, and even shouting, we, along with other students, pulled our companions into the luminous circle of the portal. The animals were stubborn, r
August helped me lead Smoky to the makeshift stalls that had been hastily put together from thin logs. Then the games began: the horse did not want to go into the corral, and completely dodged the rope with amazing dexterity. In three hands, we barely coped with it. Looking into the eyes burning with resentment, I felt guilty.- Do not worry - I stroked the freedom-loving animal on the neck. - It's not for long. Now I'll bring you water and apples if I can find them.There were no problems with water: in a day, freshmen dragged a whole bucket to the stalls. But with apples it turned out to be more difficult. But Eitin unexpectedly came to our aid. The magician left for a short time, agreed with someone, and soon brought three large red apples.You have no idea how you saved me! I said gratefully.-Nonsense. You owe me.- Hey, wait a second! We didn't agree on that.“Okay, okay, I was joking,” the half-elf snorted when he saw my surprised face. - Come on, we're on the same team.It too
Alas, the euphoria from a successful landing quickly evaporated. The sun was slowly going down, and the air was getting colder. Having examined the area, I concluded that we were on a small green plateau, next to the rocks.Fortunately, the elemental was not going to fly away and leave me cuckooing alone. But he didn’t let me approach him either, as soon as I approached, the horse briskly ran off to a safe distance and continued to pluck the grass.- No, I understand everything, such stress: they woke me up, led me by the nose, and also rode without permission, - I could not stand it. “But what am I supposed to do now, huh?”The horse twitched its ears and turned its back to me. The bushy black tail twitched contemptuously.I crossed my arms over my chest and thought as the only chance to get out of here continued to ignore me. If I do not agree with him soon, I will have a hard time. Who knows when they'll find me here? The backpack was left somewhere in the forest, the flask of wate
Immersed in my thoughts, I did not notice at all that I was lagging behind. When I woke up, I realized that the Kertar was not around. All around was only a bright forest, and the chirping of invisible birds.I thoughtfully looked at the squirrel, which enthusiastically gnawed a bump, tightly clasping it with small paws. Yes, it is unlikely that she will be able to suggest the way.Well, at least I'm not in danger of dying from thirst now. The flask is here, full.-August? – just in case, I shouted.Silence was my answer.Okay, don't stand here alone. I'll go ahead - I'll go out somewhere. Maybe I'll find our footprints, which we generously left on the way to the lake.Walking through the forest without a hunter turned out to be not so easy: driftwood constantly fell under his feet, low branches whipped his face, a lone mosquito rang disgustingly above his ear. Soon I wandered into such dense deadwood that I almost got stuck there.Somehow getting out and tearing my hands to blood, I
He got close. Too close for me to be indifferent.Forgetting herself for a moment, she slowly and carefully ran her finger over her parted lips, wiping away the drops of pure water. The hunter froze, almost ceasing to breathe, and his hands gripped my waist tighter.Abyss, why are you so attractive!It was foolish to deceive myself - I was drawn to Augustus from the very beginning. His good-natured smile and a little obsessive concern sunk into my heart from the very first day. And now, biting my lip, I shamelessly admired the bronze skin of the southerner, his clearly defined rough cheekbones and hard jawline, allowing myself not to think about anything else for at least a few agonizing minutes.August reached out to me first. Male lips were unexpectedly hot, greedy. I didn't resist. Nobody had ever kissed me like that before: the kiss was powerful, crushing, disturbing the darkest hidden desires.The partner released me almost immediately, catching my exhalation-groan with his lips,
Waking up before dawn was not the most pleasant: the morning cold insidiously penetrated into the tents and chilled to the bone, so that Fiona and I had a tooth on the tooth. Trembling and wrapping yourself in raincoats, you climbed out, hoping that it would be warmer in the morning sun.The sky on the horizon gradually brightened and filled with a blush, dew glittered on the grass with millions of diamond drops, even if you dive in face and wash yourself.- Are you ready for the second round? - Asked a sleepy August, getting out of his tent, and not even trying to suppress a yawn. - Today I propose to walk through the forest to the lake. In the fields with prey is not dense.-Look forward to!The Larnian and I looked at each other, jumping up and down to keep warm.We set off as soon as it was finally light. Instead of breakfast, we were given a loaf of rye bread with a decent piece of soft cheese. The food was divided equally and had a bite to eat on the way, so as not to waste time
I coughed, trying to unstick my face from something prickly and realize where the top is, and where the bottom is. Fiona moaned softly nearby.Finally, I realized that I was lying on the ground with my face in the grass. But as soon as I raised my head, trying to look around, I was again unceremoniously pressed to the ground. I thrashed about, trying to throw off my heavy body.From above, they cursed in Eitin's voice. I listened with interest - I did not even suspect that one could swear in Elvish.“I'm lucky it wasn't me,” said the cheerful voice of Augustus.Almost immediately they gave me freedom: the hunter helped Eitin up.“Hannah, didn’t you get squashed a lot?”I choked. Here is the concern!- That is, if a little, then it's not scary? I still grabbed the outstretched hand. Don't neglect help.It was necessary to quickly get out of the portal, until someone else arrived heavier.Fiona dusted herself off beside her, all green, as if she was about to vomit.“You know, it’s still