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Wanderers Of the Night
Wanderers Of the Night
Penulis: Emeldaline

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Penulis: Emeldaline
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2023-07-24 20:22:30

This village was called Vestovoe, but the lone traveler did not know about it. He chose the road by chance, focusing only on the fact that it seemed to him the most traveled. He did not have a horse, he walked, from the things only a sword in a sheath on his belt, and a small bag over his shoulder.

- It is he? – Swirly asked doubtfully, he openly looked at the tall dark-haired guy approaching the gate. Today he and Cybor were acting as guards, and the warriors had to be bribed to take their place for a while. Both are of medium height, thin, lithe, and not at all similar in build to the guards. The form obtained from someone else's shoulder looked baggy on them, but there was no other.

The traveler looked very young, almost a boy, but he walked confidently, as if this road did not lead from the forest, along which only well-armed detachments dared to move. Bright gray eyes with calm curiosity looked at the self-proclaimed guards, lingered on the open gate and glanced further - to the road deep into the village. His clothes were inexpensive, but solid and inconspicuous, like on hunters who go to the forest for a long time in search of prey - low leather boots, tight pants, a shirt with ties at the throat and a leather jacket with a hood. Everything was dark gray in color, there were no stripes or signs that betrayed his belonging to any kind or profession on his clothes.

"He is," Cybor said quietly. - Malika said about being alone, there are no more travelers here. Yes, it matches the description.

- How old is he? Whirlwind whispered all the same doubtfully. Somehow I couldn’t believe that the one who was called the cursed prince was so young.

- Sixteen. He disappeared as a child, five years have passed.

- Sixteen? Well, yes, yes, - Whirlwind nodded and involuntarily remembered the last lines of the contract - to immobilize, in case of resistance, serious injuries are allowed. This means that the victim is needed alive, but apparently only until a certain time, otherwise it would not be allowed to injure. But all the same, all this is strange, the guy disappeared five years ago, all this time they were looking for him, but now the search has suddenly intensified with renewed vigor. And only due to the fact that their magician had a thing that belonged to the prince, and the detachment was not far from the Vestovoy, Malika was able to determine that the target was very close. This is such an unexpected set of circumstances. Or are they just lucky?

- Something he is too calm. Isn't this a trap? Whispered Whispered.

"Malika said there were no more travelers here," Cybor repeated and shook his head. - He's alone.

Swirly and Cybor looked at each other, the guy slowly walked between them, did not say anything, did not ask anything. And they, as guards, should not have been interested in the affairs of travelers who did not pose a threat. And what kind of threat could there be from a boy armed with one sword? Try to stop for no reason and immediately the locals will become interested, they will raise a noise. The people here are curious, but there is little entertainment. Therefore, you will have to wait and act quietly. The main thing is that their goal is here and will not be able to get away.

If Malik had been a stronger sorceress, everything would have been easier - they would have met him on the forest road, they would have immobilized him there and no one would have known that there was such a traveler. But, unfortunately, all she could say was that he was close and moving towards them. Therefore, they had to wait, they simply did not know where he would come from. Vestovoe is an interweaving of trade roads, there is only one gate, and there are many crossroads on a wide meadow in front of the village. They were also lucky that the season was over, otherwise caravans would be moving into the village one after another. And so only one traveler came in half a day and exactly the one they needed.

- Ha, I understand, - suddenly Cybor said tensely, he, without looking up, looked at the guy's back. I understand why he is alone and where he comes from. Everything fits!

- Well, well, let's tell, - demanded Whirlwind.

- Hmm, there is a lapel from that road, it leads to the Vistoltsy portal. Didn't you hear the Gates opened this morning? – excitedly chattered his partner. - He disappeared for five years, five years, Whirlwind, and returns from the direction of Vistolca. He was hiding right there!

- Uh, - the mercenary moved his helmet and scratched his head, red whirlwinds sticking out in all directions instantly slipped out from under the headdress. “Y-yes, it looks very much like the truth. Only there is a catch - they accept only the doomed and certainly do not let anyone back. But the version is good.

- Ha, you say, too - not bad. How do we know who they accept and who they don't. These are all rumors. The main thing is that the portal opens once every five years. It was at that time that the prince disappeared, and now, when the portal is reopened, he has returned. Everything fits!

- Okay, I think he will tell us everything himself, - Whirlwind grinned wryly. - Malika knows how to ask.

- Uh-huh, - Cybor saw how the guy lingered at the gate to the inn and froze in front of a piece of paper posted on the fence. The mercenary involuntarily clenched his fists. - All of this is untimely.

Heralds reached the Vestovoy last night and announced that King Bortan was resuming the search for his son. There is a reward for any information about the cursed prince. Sheets with a description of the guy were hung all over the village. The only good news was that the description was made from an eleven-year-old child, but how many people in the kingdom have gray eyes and black hair? Everything else is completely insignificant.

The boy finally moved and entered the yard. Following him, a company of ten tipsy soldiers appeared at the gate - they left the neighboring alley and moved to the inn. Cybor gritted his teeth angrily, the uniforms of the soldiers were Dytre - strangers from a neighboring kingdom who had come here to rest. The border of Daitra was across the river, the bridge was guarded by soldiers, but no one forbade them to cross the border of Miros in order to visit the nearest village - Vestovoe. Relations with neighboring kingdoms have always remained friendly. But it was precisely because of foreign warriors that frequent skirmishes occurred in Vestovoe - Dieter soldiers did not like it when they were denied something. And they could ask for anything - from services to money.

"I'll go and have a look," Cybor decided. - I don't like it.

The swirling one nodded and pointed with his hand at two figures, under the guise of ordinary villagers, heading towards the same gate to the inn - Commander Riton and Malika - a tall, stately man and a swarthy, dark-haired girl. All the rest of their squad were also somewhere nearby. Cybor himself saw them, but nevertheless stepped after him, the form of a guard could play a good role in the upcoming action.

The imaginary guard looked into the wide courtyard and ran a quick glance around the entire inner space. He had been here more than once, he knew where everything was. On the right is a stable, several loaded carts are standing near the wall, their owners are walking nearby, preparing to leave. If you go forward, you will get to the doors of the tavern, cheerful voices can be heard from there, it seems that the Daitra soldiers are right there. It remains to find out where the guy is. Cybor was about to move towards the tavern when he noticed Maliki's dress flickering by the stables. The girl was talking carelessly about something with the visiting merchant, Rhyton was walking nearby, looking at the gate of the stable. The mercenary froze and decided to wait.

What bothered me the most was the fact that Dieter soldiers kept peeking out of the windows of the tavern. Then at once four of them went out into the yard and stared in the direction of the stables. They talked merrily and sometimes laughed. Cybor swore softly, a black-haired guy appeared from the gate of the stable, on the occasion he led a saddled black horse, apparently he bought it. A groom hurried after him, saying something quickly, then he saw a soldier, stopped abruptly and backed away. The guy followed him with a strangely calm look, stroked the horse's muzzle and led him to the exit from the yard.

Cybor involuntarily tensed, it was completely unbelievable that the prince would be allowed to leave. A lonely boy is too easy prey for those who want to have fun. The Daitrians chattered merrily, four warriors quickly crossed the yard and blocked the gates, the rest also appeared from the doors of the tavern and went to their comrades. Other guests immediately appeared, it was interesting for everyone to look at the fun, if it did not concern themselves, and the locals began to look at the gate. As a result, a large crowd of people gathered in the courtyard of the tavern.

Cybor looked for Ryton, who shook his head - do not interfere. That's right, the guy is unlikely to be killed, after all, this is a peaceful village, most likely they will bend their sides, take away the money, mock them and let them go. So even better - it will become very easy prey for their squad.

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  • Wanderers Of the Night   2

    The damned prince was forced to stop and looked inquiringly at the soldiers blocking his way. Cybor, with slight concern, did not see even a hint of fear on his face. Now he was able to examine him more closely - a handsome face, with a little sharp, but subtle features, if you think about it, you can immediately understand that the guy is not an easy tramp. But who cares here? Certainly not the Daitras.Two massive, broad-shouldered warriors stepped forward a little and started talking about the fact that it is not customary for them to let travelers go without food and rest. Moreover, their company is ready to share food and drink with a tired traveler, and then the traveler will have to share his supplies with them. No other way. Good soldiers will teach this sucker to drink properly.The guy barely perceptibly shook his head, a strange smile slipped across his lips - mocking and angry. He let go of the horse's reins, stepped back and slapped him on the rump, forcing him to step as

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  • Wanderers Of the Night   3

    As a child, this forest was perceived as just a terrible fairy tale told at bedtime by an old teacher. And how could it be otherwise? When you lie under a warm blanket in such a familiar, comfortable room and you know that you are safe. It becomes completely unimportant that the cursed forest actually exists. He's too far away to worry about the living dead, werewolves roaming among the monstrous red-leafed trees. The border is inviolable, monsters cannot cross it. And still, an obsessive thought beats in the mind that this fairy tale is not fiction. Especially when the teacher draws attention to the fact that it does not and cannot have a happy ending.Perhaps the teacher exaggerated too much to give the story of the forest of the dead a really fabulous sound, or maybe on the contrary, he downplayed the truth so as not to frighten his ward too much. The only thing that remained unchanged was that he heard this fairy tale every evening, it was repeated every day - like a spell, but he

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  • Wanderers Of the Night   4

    Although a lot has changed in five years, he was not going to return home, no one was waiting for him there. He just wanted to visit his mother's grave, say goodbye, and then leave for Vistolca forever. However, he was only too well aware that memories and stubbornness would not allow him to live in peace for the next five years until the opening of the portal, without even trying to understand the tragedy that had happened in their family.He forced himself to change, stepped over his own desires. That's just longing for the happy days of childhood, when my mother was still alive, and continued to burn the heart, twisted consciousness, did not give rest. He could not kill in himself the love for his home, for his relatives, who no longer exist.And now even that opportunity to know the truth has disappeared. The return played a cruel joke with him.Yarsi glanced around almost indifferently. Around him was a world that used to be just a fairy tale. A world that exists far beyond its o

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  • Wanderers Of the Night   5

    A dream, just a nightmare, nothing more. His eyes were closed, but even through his eyelids he could feel the bright rays of the sun hitting his face. The skin was gently touched by a warm breeze, the nostrils caught the smell of grass and some meadow flowers, the carefree chirping of birds could be heard.I did not want to open my eyes, the eyelids were very heavy. He lifted them with difficulty and immediately turned his head to one side, escaping from the sun's rays. Grass stalks swayed in front of his face, tickling his skin. It was surprisingly good and peaceful, especially after the nightmare that I had at night. hmm . Why then the feeling of dull pain spreading throughout the body? And there was also some incredible weakness that prevented him from opening his eyes to the end.So was it a dream? From his mind, suddenly, as if a veil was pulled off, still intoxicating the brain, his thoughts became clear, and all sensations became aggravated to the limit. Only grass, a meadow, s

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  • Wanderers Of the Night   6

    Yarsi sank back to the ground, exhausted.“But... I don't understand, I killed them. There in Reet... I know that their lives, the lives of werewolves, were cut short... forever.“Congratulations, you have a gift, Yarsi, it’s funny,” Matzher carefully looked into his eyes. - And if only for this reason, I don't want your life to end soon.Yarsi shook his head stubbornly.So you need a gift? Do you mean a magical gift? Then I turn to the wizards.Matter sighed.- Not every sorcerer has the Force capable of killing a werewolf. Such a minority. But any sorcerer is able to shackle a werewolf with spells for a while, then put him on an enchanted chain and calmly conduct experiments on him. You will become a very rare and very valuable booty for them. You will never be released. In the hands of sorcerers, there was not yet a werewolf outside of Reeta. You will never be killed, and you will become their guinea pig for life. It will be a very long time, Yarsi! Therefore, I do not advise you t

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  • Wanderers Of the Night   7

    “These seven days, Yarsi, until you pass the conversion,” he said in a lifeless voice. “The border will be unstable, think about it. And then only you will be responsible for the safety of people from Reeta. And you are not Alato, and becoming king, you can probably do much more for people than he can. If there is a desire. If you can overcome hunger. It's difficult, Yarsi, but you are stronger than Alato, and you have the Gift.Yarsi shook his head.- A gift? I do not need it. I just wanted… never mind.” He slowly stood up. - I agree to everything, just help me, Matzher. I need to get to Ereald before I become a werewolf.“You won’t make it in time, but you know you have a chance to preserve the essence of a person. The chance to remain yourself and turn into a beast only when you yourself wish it. Of course, if in these seven days we can find the sorcerer of the old blood, who will agree to give you this same blood.“Old blood? Who are you speaking about? About the First? They are n

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2023-08-22
  • Wanderers Of the Night   8

    From the inn, he went to the main street of Catrice, walked slowly and tried not to think about anything, peered into the faces of people. Some were funny, some focused. People were in a hurry somewhere or gathered in noisy companies. Katrice was the least like a place subject to the dark forces of Reeta. The darkness thickened only over him - with a prickly deadly cold it tore his heart, a dull tearing pain was given in a wounded shoulder."Soon," whispered the cool wind.“Soon,” the leaves of the trees repeated after him. “Soon you will no longer be human. Go away, your place is in Reet...Yarsi looked around in desperation, people did not pay attention to him, but the idea was already firmly entrenched in his mind that soon the only feeling for him would be human hatred. His essence was flooded with anger, he clenched his fists with fury, sniffed the air, pushing human sensations somewhere to the brink of perception. A heightened sense of smell singled out the smell of metal and le

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  • Wanderers Of the Night   9

    Yarsi stopped, lowered his weapon, looked into Vik's eyes. Something elusive, like a shadow, flickered in the Vistolian's gaze. He nodded, took two quick steps forward, and suddenly waved his hand. In the twilight of the night, the steel of the dagger flashed. Yarsi felt the movement of the air being cut by the deadly blade rather than realize what had happened. The body moved separately from the mind, only then came the realization that if Vic had wanted to, he would not have missed. It's impossible to miss from that distance. The dagger thrown by a skillful hand only casually touched his stomach. And this was already after he took a step to the side, turned sideways, and all this with some unthinkable, inhuman speed that amazed Yarsi himself. The dagger cut through the fabric of his shirt, touched his skin with a terrible cold, and continued its flight, disappearing somewhere in the darkness of the alley.Vic stared at the prince in amazement, throwing the dagger should have ended t

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  • Wanderers Of the Night   Epilogue

    The soft, very smooth movement turned into a jerky wave of the hand, the silver of the blade sparkled in the setting sun and sank into the insides of the half-decayed body. The corpse swayed, a bloody-fiery reflection flashed in the empty eye sockets and immediately went out - it hid in the depths of the skull. Hidden. The dead man stared straight in front of him for several long moments with blind holes in his eyes, and then began to sag, kneel down, scrape the ground with his knuckles and hiss menacingly. He did not want to leave, there is too much energy here to stay.Vic smiled crookedly, the creature was found to be tenacious, already three necromancers, after meeting with this walking monster, lay in the nearest forest and pretended to be dead. Until the time - until it's their turn. It could be assumed that this dead man was once a sorcerer, even such rumors circulated. Didn't really listen.He stepped back abruptly, knuckles ripping through the air, aiming at his legs. The Vis

  • Wanderers Of the Night   96

    Radolyub fell to his knees, rested his forehead on the ground and could not stop himself in order not to laugh. His whole body shook with hysterical laughter, tears flowed from his eyes, his fingers scraped the ground, raked in dust. Mida looked at him blankly. A large crowd of the dead had gathered around their dome. The walking corpses snapped their jaws furiously, hissed furiously and fought against an invisible barrier. The only free place where one could look and not stumble upon their faces distorted by death was the sky.“We beat ourselves,” the mage said with difficulty through spasms of laughter. – They beat… But he was a man, Mida. Understand? Human in essence. King of Reeta, dragon and human.He turned with difficulty and looked at the sorceress.- You do not care?"We did what we had to do," the woman said coldly.- So, what is next? Your pride, your hatred, your arrogance - how will they help you now? We ruined our world, Mida!She closed her eyes, slowly sank down next t

  • Wanderers Of the Night   95

    The horse wheezed, shreds of foam flew from the bit. Elena looked ahead with despair, she had long been separated from the rest of the horsemen, but this did not make her feel any better. I wanted to find wings like Vic's and fly up into the sky and cover the distance to Keront in a few moments.This was not necessary, the city flashed as a blurry streak on the horizon, and right in the middle of the road a monstrous action unfolded: a black streak flashed in the air, strangely resembling a giant blade that hung vertically behind ... Yarsi. The blade turned, resounded in breadth, and now, instead of a blade, an oval funnel was spinning above the ground.Elena realized that she had already seen this, once a green-eyed demon, who called himself Brother Yarsi, had gone into a similar portal, and then King Bortan created something similar and also left this world. So doesn't this portal mean that Yarsi must now leave?The girl gritted her teeth and hit the horse with her heels, forcing th

  • Wanderers Of the Night   94

    In the approaching twilight of the evening, the city seemed strangely lonely - the walls had lost their colors and were filled with gray tones, the crimson reflections of the sunset fell on the roofs, making them ominously bloody.Radolyub kept looking back, glancing at Carival. Like saying goodbye.Their little band was trotting towards the Valley of the Wind. He took only five magicians with him - young and very capable, from those who took the coming of dragons very close to their hearts. They hardly had to explain anything, everyone was ready to sacrifice themselves for the sake of destroying the monsters.Radolyub with hidden trembling peered into their faces, they will serve only to divert attention, but the main blow will have to be dealt to him. Or will it be Giton? Or maybe Mida?The woman and eight magicians from Bitra joined them at the crossroads with Tinasa, they slipped out of the hills like shadows, silently nodded and did not utter a word. Radolyub carefully ran his ey

  • Wanderers Of the Night   93

    His own movements reminded him of the attempts of a seriously ill person to get on his feet, his body almost did not obey, but Kim, with desperate persistence, forced himself to move, crawl, flounder in place. Yes, anything to get out of this lingering pool of weakness. The vague gaze now and then stumbled upon the motionless figures of the sisters, their pale faces, disheveled hair and barely rising chests. It was terribly unusual to see restless, cheerful girls like that ... A feeling of guilt before them firmly settled in his mind - he used them and could not protect them.He put his hand on the ground and got down on one knee. A cloud of ash shot up around, hung in the air and reluctantly fell. Kim almost did not notice how Vic flew away, suddenly the Wistolet was simply gone - he disappeared, disappeared among the endless whirlwinds of what was happening. And left them here. Next to the dragon.The guy ran his hand over his face, smeared soot on his cheeks, shook his head, trying

  • Wanderers Of the Night   92

    “My son, a flame lives in you…. My heir!”What is the heir? The indifferent look of almost colorless eyes continued to live in my memory. Inhuman eyes! Too cold and almost dead.You only came to life when you met your mother, and then you killed her....His head was torn from an endless stream of images. Shadows, color pictures, some fragmentary memories suddenly decided to merge into a single round dance and fall on the mind. Right now, right at the moment when clear thinking was needed.Perhaps this is how they start to go crazy?I saw double, jumped from the distant cloudless sky to the deformed wasteland of the Valley, then to the forest, to the endless line of the dead, continuing to advance from Tinasa and again to the strip of mountains framing the black, ash-like earth, split by faults.A wide road ran along the edge of the Valley, dust was raised by the hooves of horses. A long file of horsemen trotted out from behind the hills, all in battle armor, well-armed, all but three

  • Wanderers Of the Night   91

    They sat on the ground, trembling. The girls quickly came to their senses and even smiled sadly. Mila ran her finger along the wing, nodded thoughtfully and quite like an adult.- Now you are very beautiful, Vic ...Sarsha's hand carefully lay on her head, stroking her hair with a barely noticeable movement. A moment... Vic slowly pulled away and gathered his wings behind him, nodded to Yarsi, then turned to Erto. He stared at him with wide eyes, his fingers gripping the hilt of his drawn sword so tightly that they turned white. Vic chuckled wryly and drew the thorn across his throat in a very unambiguous manner. Erto stepped back, clattering his weapon back into its scabbard.“I don’t know what kind of creature you are, but now I’m not going to find out,” he said in a hollow voice."Vic is my friend and that's enough," Yarsi said calmly. So, what else do you know about dragons? What's next?Erto raised his head to the sky. In the pale blue, a black shadow slowly glided, rising higher

  • Wanderers Of the Night   90

    With each step, a thick cloud of ash rose into the air. The smallest black particles resembled homogeneous weightless dust and were torn off from the slightest movement. Ordinary ash is not like that. And there is no such thing as fog. And the frost crystals remaining after it should not dig into the ground with spikes and harden with ugly thorns.The earth was dying, underfoot, instead of soil, a lifeless stone rang. The ash was not just an outer cover, it became a death shroud for this forest...The border of living trees moved a huge distance, edging the black, cracked wasteland. The disfigured land stretched all the way to the hills, from behind which a string of walking corpses continued to crawl out. The swaying figures, paying no attention to anything, stepped into the ashes and indifferently wandered forward.Yarsi was forced to move away from the main scene of action in order to remain under the crowns of trees. The gigantic skeleton of the dragon turned back to the dead. Sno

  • Wanderers Of the Night   89

    Inside the body, something irritatingly crunched and shifted quite palpably so that Vic could hardly restrain himself from screaming. A recently seen picture immediately arose before my eyes - new bone outgrowths come out of the dragon's skeleton and begin to crawl, intertwine, strengthen the backbone. But what happens to his own body?The Vistolet moved cautiously, sat up with difficulty, hoping very much that he would not begin to turn into something new right now. The skin of the back kept the feeling of icy cold, which stuck into the flesh with needles and continued to twitch with pain. He tried to look around, all he could see was a shoulder covered with countless red dots."Dragon's breath," Yarsi said, a mocking smile on his lips. “Your skin is strong, Vic, don’t worry. You were almost unharmed. Can you create such a protective zone again?- Wh-what? The voice sounded hoarse, he coughed.- Do not sleep, Vic, now there is no time to delve into yourself. Accept everything new at

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