she could hardly remember. But Olivia just could not forget how much there were all sorts of delicacies: delicious seafood, huge plates of fruit, which she did not even know, soups, meat dishes. It was all so elegant and rich, as opposed to their scarce food lately. And a lot of alcohol, at some point she said to Sanghia (or just thought?) That she would overwrite her, from this very life-affirming moment she remembered absolutely nothing. As eyewitnesses told her later, she threw off several plates from the table and climbed to carry something unintelligible, it seems on the theme of her late kin ... Then she was just carried by Flyte to her house on the middle tiers of Astananariva, he was one of those few litserts, that he dared to leave the familiar land for the sake of elevated above-earth existence. She was put to bed, left alone ...

Heat, hell, how stuffy, his mother! A thin girl with bare feet, in a dirty tattered dress wandered over sharp stones. No matter how she tried to walk carefully, her feet were covered with new and new scratches, the fabric soaked with sweat nasty stuck to the skin and every new movement brought only pain. She licked her lips with her parched tongue. Her stomach rumbled and her head was spinning, but it was clear that thirst would kill her much earlier than hunger. To the right is a greenish strip of plain, to the left is a chain of mountains, and there is only the scorching sun on it, which heated the stones to such a state that the girl had no doubt, a little more and they would begin to melt. But she stubbornly walked forward, with each step closer and closer, approaching her goal. The traveler did not know who she was, did not know why she was going, but she firmly understood where she needed to go. Her mission awaits somewhere in front and you just need to move stubbornly. The stone crumb under her feet went and the girl got her head properly, the sharp stone tore her right leg decently. No, you can not stop, just can not! A piece of torn dress could tighten the wound. The stranger grabbed her head with her hands and laughed hysterically, she had little time, so little time, we had to move forward. The girl somehow got up and wandered on. Suddenly the sun went dark and a huge cloud covered her. The black messenger covered half of the visible sky, it spread out in a huge canvas, occupying everything around.

What are you doing here that ?! - hysterically cried traveler.

The creation did not answer her, slowly flying up, it was going to form a huge spiked ball. The girl noticed that there was someone else below the monster, this figure was exactly under the passing creature, which gradually slowed down its movement, and then stopped altogether. For a moment, the stranger realized who was under the black messenger - it was Sangia, bloody rivers flowed from the ground. The girl turned and screamed: bright red streams streamed like an avalanche from a mountain plain. She turned back to see another horrible picture: a dark herald of black messenger with a nasty-squishing sound fell into the seething stream and disappeared into it. The traveler screamed hysterically, Rovel slowly approached ... She wanted to run, but a sudden pain in her right leg bound her. The stranger mechanically ran her hand over a limb and felt something warm and sticky, streams of her own blood streamed down her thigh, joining the general stream. The girl of the last forces tried to move, but she could not, she roughly grabbed her shoulders and the last thing she saw was Sangia’s distorted face, before she gnawed at her neck ...

Olivia woke up in a cold sweat, the girl was well aware that life was leaving her body. The head was torn to pieces, all the entrails were twisted inside out, and the heart and muscles were convulsively reduced in the last agony.The girl slipped out of bed, hurting something metallic in pain, and spewed part of a recent meal. The body shook in the final chords of existence, and the thought hung in my head: “'Why did you kill me, Sangia? "" Time passed, and the mortal life of Collins did not come to an end. No, she didn’t feel better; on the contrary, she only became nastier and nastier, and with every second she waited anxiously for her death as a deliverance from all torment. Gradually, awareness began to come about a certain complexity of being: firstly, she was not lying in a clear day in the blood, and her killer was not leaning over her, secondly there were no scratches on her, no cuts, much less bites. In general, she is in no way touched from the outside and suffers only internal torments! More and more trivially, she lies in a warm bed, although it is not quite clear where, and dies.

“Awww, I wish I had died,” Olivia moaned mournfully, she pushed the metal basin under herself more comfortably and added to the newly eaten fried fish.

“Don't you think that this is too cruel to her?” - asked Flyte.

“Are you okay, you can’t even imagine how well a person begins to feel when he was very bad before,” Sangia sarcastically objected. “He begins to appreciate things that he hasn’t noticed before, he comprehends real balance!”

- And you're angry!

“I didn't take it instead.”

Lizard with a girl laughed. Latzert comfortably settled on a high bench in front of the railing of a small balcony on which they were located. The bright starry sky lit up this night and added beauty and mystery.

“So you fought with a black messenger, hmmm, who would have thought that this creature would neutralize any abilities,” the lizard frowned at the land from a three hundred meter height.

“Well, I’m not quite sure that any,” said Rowell.

- I'm sure! No one but you survived when you met him, at least there is not a single known story.

“Well, yes, this ability could explain a lot,” Sangia replied, swaying in a rocking chair, smoking a cigar. - What's new with you?

“Nothing much, the only thing that confuses me is that new organization, about which I spoke to you and Cain in the last reports. It is increasingly establishing its influence in the north, and it inspires fear, I am increasingly inclined to think that someone supports them from outside.

- Any ideas?

- No, but these are definitely not barbarians, and I can hardly imagine that it can be beneficial for some of the nations, although I don’t take small groups into account, but why should they? - discouraging spread his hands lizard. - To whom our affairs may be interesting at all, we are too alienated, I do not understand anything!

- What about the clergy?

- Keep neutrality to the end.

“I have to discuss this with Cain, I don’t like it all.”

“You don’t like it alone,” the lizard grinned. - But they are still too weak to do anything.

“We need to look after them further,” said Sangia thoughtfully, she pulled the cigar harder, releasing white puffs of smoke. - I and you have something to say!

- Yes, I guess that you did not just come to visit us.

- We need to collect a council of six tomorrow! - firmly said warrior.

- What?! - Flyte choked, the long tail swaying nervously, stood up with a pipe. - Is everything so serious?

- Would I say just like that? - said Rowell. - Everything is happening too quickly, now we can no longer be idle. We are afraid that it may soon reach mass bloodshed, we need any resources to prevent it.

- You know, the thick-ass will beat on the fact that we are far away and not in the business.

- And we have to convince them otherwise! - They did not forget about the help with the barbarians, we need to remind them about it!

Flight Safril stood grimly, tapping his fingers on the metal railing of his small balcony.

“The situation has reached its apogee, people are torn apart by civil wars, elves save up power, and dwarves are ready to attack anyone who comes closer to them than at a distance of ten meters,” said Rowewel.

“What a crap,” said the Lacer gloomily. - I will do everything necessary!

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