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... This night there will be no worries,Sleep - fall asleep, the day is still so far away,The noise of the winds, the veil of rain,The night guards your sleep from the Fire….A gentle female voice flew over the roofs of houses, the song was born almost on the outskirts and merged with the approaching twilight of the evening with a barely perceptible melody. His sharpened hearing of the beast greedily absorbed the words, the song fascinated and excited his heart with an incomprehensible sadness. A cool wind rushed in through the open window, its impetuous gusts either moving away or making the sounds closer, making the lullaby sound with renewed vigor.In the morning the dew will fall again on the meadow,Sleep - fall asleep, you are my fidget,In the song of the night the sun will become the moon,And will call for a long journey behind him ....It has only been one day since he returned home. A very long day.Preparations for the coronation were in full swing in the palace. Elena
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The air hummed, filled with unbearably loud thumps of blades touching. Just as deafening is the noise in the forge, when the blacksmith, with a skillful hand, lowers the hammer on the sword blank, giving it the desired shape. But there was no smithy here, the forest was noisy here, and its indignant rustle was muffled by the furious clang of steel. The blows came too often, repeatedly causing him to dodge and retreat, circle and parry attacks from five opponents at once. There was no time to be surprised that so far he had not received a single wound. Only somewhere on the edge of consciousness beat a desperate thought that this fight lasts an incredibly long time and draws out the last forces. Vic was already accustomed to his own increased speed and endurance, which increased significantly at night. But still he tried not to get involved in any alterations, surprisingly too often encountered on his way. At first he attributed it to his own bad luck. And how else to explain that
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Through the night forest, he rushed at a speed on the verge of his capabilities. Hearing caught uterine howling and soft sobs, as if someone was crying, but Vic tried not to listen to these sounds. There are no innocents in the dark of night, and he didn't see himself as a hero or a savior of the defenseless. Sometimes there was a screech. Several times I had to turn around and react to the fast pace of the pursuers. The blows in motion were blurred, but each time the blade met the resistance of cut flesh and even something harder. Vic did not think about the consequences and did not look at the unlucky hunters. His sense of smell and hearing told him about them before they were within striking distance. It was reassuring that they were all animals, albeit predators, but living beings. Therefore, he dealt only one blow and ran on, his goal was to slow down, and it is desirable to scare away, no more. It was strange that there were so many attackers, never before had animals declared
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The path at the top of the wall meandered in a narrow strip, fortunately, rather high teeth did not allow falling down and allowed them to run without thinking about balance. Vic had almost passed the watchtower with the narrow stairs leading into the city when a desperate cry reached his ears. The Vistolet took a few more steps, knowing perfectly well what this cry means, and, grimacing, stopped. There was a nightmare down there, in which there was no point in interfering. He hesitated a little and, grabbing the nearest prong with his hand, hung down, trying to see what was happening. If it had been anyone else, he probably wouldn't have run down the stairs, rushed down, jumping several steps at a time, choking with a panic feeling that he would not make it in time. The sword trembled slightly in the fingers, and before my eyes was the picture I saw - a bunch of bony figures swarming over the prostrate bodies of two men, the limbs of the victims stretched to the sides, broke out o
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Curls of dark blond hair fell in thick strands on a deathly pale face, still distorted by a grimace of pain, as if she continued to feel everything. Her chest was barely noticeable, but Vic already knew that the woman was still alive. Heard the beating of her heart, felt the smell of her skin that tickled his nostrils with a subtle aroma, the smell of blood .... The Vistolets grimaced, trying to drive away the delusion, and realized with surprise that he had been hearing an insistent rustling whisper for some time: - Go, go, go .... He glanced around quickly, not quite understanding where he was coming from. The children who were here did not react to him in any way. The hand mechanically, as in a moment of danger, fell on the hilt of the sword. Vic paused warily, listening more to himself than to his surroundings. The feeling was too strange, the whisper dispersed attention, pushing somewhere to move, just as now thousands of weak-willed creatures were monotonously walking outside
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Someone raised those old, already long-lying dead in the ground, but ordinary people, the inhabitants of this city and its environs, also become walking corpses. Vic rubbed his forehead again, then touched the wound on his arm and winced. In Reet, the one who was bitten turns into undead, but here there is no special transformation, everything happens quickly and with merciless inevitability - they die, and then immediately get up as other creatures. But the wound must still be inflicted? Vic tried to drive away this thought, for some reason right now he didn’t want to think about his own future at all, didn’t want to realize it. This is scary. Perhaps he is mistaken, perhaps the reason is different. The surrounding reality was already terrible to a nightmare, but to know that you will definitely suffer the same fate…. He carefully walked along the corridor, looked into the next room, the shutters here were covered and he just threw hooks on them. Then he returned to the front door
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Strange, but during all this time he hardly remembered Vistolza. He just knew that somewhere out there - very far away there is a house. Then came the realization that the concept of his own home for him is now somewhat different. There remained the house of his parents - their families, there were relatives and relatives, but already inaccessible to him beings. Because there was Reeta - a world that would never let him go. Never? Probably, it would have to break his heart with pain, and maybe someday it will be just that. Then, when there will be time for memories, for longing for parents, for sisters, for their native places. And now there was just a nagging emptiness and the understanding that this time may not come. Never…. Half a year before the opening of the Gates, a tingling tension began to rush in the air, and not only because great forces were waking up that would open the way to another world. One night, when the departed wanderers will return and new vagabonds will go on
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Everyone sat down on the benches with relief, heard the name of the third of the best - Dercon - the commander of the fifth attacking team, and almost immediately the stands roared. The second one was named - Cravius - the commander of the scouts. The one who during the previous five years turned out to be the First at the Games was named. But today he did not become the winner, which means that his eternal rival, only slightly inferior to him, Milt surpassed him. The winner was announced with some delay, Vic didn't even listen, immersed in his own thoughts. I was struck only by the silence that followed - not believing, piercing, and then the stands roared again. For some reason, they started pushing him, two teachers ran up, jerked him to his feet and again forced him to enter the arena. He looked around in confusion, saw the faces of his parents, this time not smiling, but excitedly concentrated. On shaky legs, he moved towards the judges. The name of the one who scored the
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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“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
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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
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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
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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
