What do we have to do."It will kill you, kill us. ”persistently sounded in my head. The figure of the enemy soared into the air, bristling with short blades from both hands. My whole being was enraged like a horse rearing up. Look at flying to my body death was as difficult as it would be to voluntarily put his head under a falling ax. The sharpest, erasing consciousness pain swept through my body, and I weakly felt a blow on the stony surface of the earth. For that short moment, when I still half fell out of the womb of creation, a lot of incoherent pictures, sounds, memories and sensations were literally shoved into my head. The head literally flamed from pain, trying to scatter this debris through the far corners of consciousness.

Suddenly, I realized my recent enemy, who was slowly shaking, hiding in the lake. Although it was already too late for him. Elves, since ancient times appreciating living means above artificial ones, have created in their fortress something like half rational mucus that passed through it, like veins penetrate a person. Everyone could touch her and almost instantly place his order, or the image of an enemy, for example, orders of an enemy army, into her pristine pure mind. Which, also easily, could have been taken by other defenders of the fortress. The head of the fortress could plunge into the focus of this creature and, in fact, become a single organism receiving information from the "eyes" of the sentinel, and giving orders to the "hands" of the soldiers.

Used it for entertainment. In the fortress was a room filled with this slime. Where you could go and calmly see your dreams in all their colors. And it was possible that someone shared their own. Creatures with a particularly strong imagination could lure into their dreams not one or two people. Imagine the story and literally give someone to live it. Hunting up to the joys of sex, elves could easily give their feelings to someone else, so the guy, through, say, a girl's orgasm, was not difficult. Even if the guy was a very strong dwarf, and the girl was a subtle elven healer. And the one who even inadvertently would have plunged into the pool that did not have time to “discharge”, after the group sex that had recently occurred there, would risk staying there for many hours.

And when the fortress fell, all these thoughts, sensations and images, constantly scurrying around the body of the creatures began to fade. The reservoirs for mucus gradually collapsed, it fell into the groundwater and dissolved into them, losing the memory and itself. Only a few managed to learn how to keep shape, despite external influences. Retaining fragments of memory, knowledge and feelings of their owners. Dependent on thoughts, like a person from food, Senses network as her owners called her, she began to hunt small rodents. But it’s not necessary to say that their small, grounded instincts were insufficient to feed the needs of the organism’s customary to the variety of complex feelings. Therefore, the thinking creatures remained the most desirable prey. Even non-dead like me.

«Sleep well, faithful servant "the words of elvish speech have broken from the language. The dying creature has disposed of its wealth in the only right way - if you can not save them yourself, you need to give to someone who can. Of course, it was more like a patchwork of scraps of thoughts than an ordered fabric of rational narration. But, probably, there are no pre-fences. Something jingled behind me. I turned around and saw, or rather, the one that freed me from death from nervous exhaustion in pleasant, but because no less dangerous embraces, hungry for other people's emotions. Network.

The short, thin girl stood on her knees and turned me thin sharp daggers, arms forward.Black, as if cast from the night smooth skin, sharply contrasted with the boyish-short white, snow-like hair, sharp ears, slightly longer than other elves and glowing crimson lights eyes. Dressed in a sleeveless jacket with a small neckline and dark leather pants, some kind of unknown beast, she looked more like a boy. But the tucked, rounded thighs, and the pleasant look of the mounds under the clothes clearly betrayed her affiliation to the feminine gender. Although if you remember the same Illen, then with elves you can never be sure of anything to the end. Especially with those of them that have never heard of.

«Take my weapon, Elder Sister, and let me accompany you on your way to the light. ”she said loudly in elvish, clearly a ritual phrase. Someone else's knowledge suggested that she spoke with a noticeable accent, certainly not considering Elvish as her native language. But why suddenly such a proposal to a stranger? And why sister?

Questions again. Will I get answers to them? Future will tell.