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Despite the strong gusty wind, the day promised to be hot. A wave of heat persistently crawled along the heated forest floor and shamelessly descended into the lowland, completely open to the sun's rays. The wind rustled in the tops of young pines, and hot streams persistently slid through the needles, reaching the lower branches.And before his eyes was not a forest, a cloud of haze rippled and spread in his eyes, steps on the hot sand more and more turned into torture. The air trembled with haze, spreading in thousands of images that were born in the mirror walls of the rocks. He froze in place, letting the heat gnaw at his feet, straightened up, squared his shoulders, looked at the distant gap in the entrance to the cave. The gaze clearly singled out the silhouettes of figures frozen on the border of darkness and light. They were waiting for him, but there was something wrong with this expectation. Sarshi are nocturnal creatures, and from the reflection in the rocks it was the sars
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All faces turned to the alien, people eagerly listened to his words, waiting for an explanation. Tink bit his lip until it bled, not drops, but trickles of blood flowed down his chin. He didn't have time to answer. A dusty cloud shot up over the rift and knuckles appeared along the edge - white-yellow, sharpened by time and raked earth, terribly sharp.The warriors who had arrived from Ereald began to look at each other, trembling hands clenched on the hilts of their swords, dragging the blades out. Mirovir with an involuntary grin watched the dreary misunderstanding, disbelief that was still read on their faces.Did you hope it wasn't true, people?The first row of skeletons swept out of the rift and quickly stepped forward, followed by the second, third, fourth... They pushed each other, tried to overtake, frantically rushed away from the open ground. The werewolf frowned. Something wasn't quite right. The army of fallen warriors did not at all resemble an army. This crush was more
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The silvery lines, as if recollecting themselves, returned to their creator and vanished like a halo under his feet. The Vistolet chuckled coldly, surveyed the ground with an attentive glance, and only then came closer. The tenacious glance of dark eyes quickly ran over the guy's figure, lingered on his face and moved to the weapon.Yarsi waited, he changed the aura of the swords, their appearance, but not their shape. The Vistolet gave no indication of his reaction, his eyes flickered over the weapon and again glared at the eyes of the werewolf.- May I see it? – hand kerten-deso with a relaxed gesture pointed to the Vistol sword.Yarsi nodded, unhooked the sword from his belt and, without taking it out of its scabbard, handed it to the vistolian.- I would like to SEE, - he clarified without touching the weapon.Now the werewolf grinned, wondering if it would be possible to remove the shield only from the sword. He held it in his outstretched hand, under his fingers there was an ela
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Valley of the Winds. Wide water meadows framed by the foothills of the Eastern Rocks. Reeta bypasses the valley a little side, touching only with a narrow tongue of her Border. The forest of the damned stretches out in the direction of a full-flowing river, freely carrying its waters through the meadows. And if you look from the valley to the west, you can see the walls of Eriald, the capital city of the kingdom of Miros, and on the other side, the expanse of a huge lake sparkles in the sun, into which the river flows. But there, along the edge of the Valley of the Wind, there is a border with the kingdom of Tinas.Yarsi stepped back, bitterness flickering in his human eyes. The werewolf looked around the room, lingered on the unopened flower buds in the pictures and quickly left the room. Both of his hands rested on the hilts of the swords.Erto sighed involuntarily.- He won't break?Radolyub rubbed his temples with his fingers and sank wearily into an armchair.“He’s strong…” and s
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It was not possible to persuade Kim and his sisters to stay in the village, and even Lewis got involved. They decided not to bypass the hill, but to climb to its top. The slope turned out to be quite suitable for this - not very steep, in places overgrown with shrubs, which made it possible to grab onto its branches.The children were quickly out of breath, Lewis held on to their backs, helped the girls up. Vic moved cautiously ahead, often stopping and waiting for satellites, somehow he wanted them to be close, and not stretched along the slope. All four climbed in silence, even Kim was very focused and almost catching up with Vic.The top turned out to be sloping, only a few steps long, and then the descent began. The Vistolet clung to the ground, crawled a little and stopped behind a thick bush. Still lying, he cautiously peered out from behind the branches and involuntarily clutched the grass with his hands, squeezed, tore out with the roots. Nothing but curses came to mind. Kim s
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He saw how the faces of people were bending over him, their lips were moving, they were saying something. He also heard sounds, only his memory strangely refused to give an understanding of what they meant. Instead, only a rustling whisper sounded distinctly in the ears, mixed with wheezing, escaping from a sip that was unable to produce anything else, formed into words: Go, go forward, to food, to live meat, to prey, forward ...Footsteps, footsteps all around, very close, it seemed that you had to turn your head slightly and the source of the noise would be visible. He tried to move, the viscous weakness in which the whole body swam was instantly replaced by a cutting pain. And through the pain, other words suddenly began to break through to the ear.- …Can you hear me? Vic! Do you hear? Answer!- Is he conscious? Maybe he was stunned?- Look at your eyes, he sees us.He parted his lips with an effort, pushing the words out of his own throat was strangely difficult, his throat scrat
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As a child, this forest was perceived as just a scary tale told by an old teacher...A jerk up, another jerk, the skin burns with the breath of a flame raging underfoot, the rock squeezes the fire, makes it fly up.And how could it be otherwise? When you lie under a warm blanket, in such a familiar, comfortable room, knowing that you are safe ...The crackling of the converging walls and the rustling of the crumbling earth were the only sounds available to him. Fear? It's funny - fear does not exist.And only somewhere in the depths of consciousness beats an obsessive thought that fairy tales are not always fiction. They are just different...There were no fairy tales in his life and there was no that emptiness that always accompanied the brothers. They were different.“I am grateful to you, teacher, for a life outside of magic, for understanding deprivation, for the perverted joy of feeling like a man. For getting used to the pain of loss. And I hate you. I hate it all put together.
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How amazing a morning can be just from being awakened like that. Elena lay in bed for a long time, recalling his face, hands, smell and even the taste of blood on her own lips with disturbing trepidation. Thoughts in a strange way continued to beat the unfinished moment of intimacy and I didn’t want to think about anything else at all.She had already imagined exactly how this would happen. Kind and sympathetic werewolf girlfriends completely shamelessly and with all the details told about this side of married life. Elena sat with her mouth open, blushed, turned pale, and then stuttered again, clarifying some points. Both Disa and Lyubava were not at all embarrassed that they were initiating the inexperienced princess in particular the habits of some people and werewolves that the girls met on their way in a very long life.All aspects of the diversity of relationships between individuals of the opposite sex were examined in detail and with details. Poor Helena sometimes wanted to cov
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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
