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"Mama! Mommy! Take me out of here! ”The girl crucified on the altar prayed. “Mommy! Please, save me from this horror! ”- a mental cry pierced space and time. Exhausted, going from panic and pain from the mind, the girl no longer prayed to the gods, she turned to the dead mother. She begged for death, but no one responded, no one interrupted the suffering of an innocent victim. And before my eyes constantly appeared bright pictures of the past ...

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Dilyane turned sixteen that day, she, such a happy, carefree, ran home from a fair when she came across an unrealistically beautiful stranger. Tall, thin, broad-shouldered brunette of forty with unusual dark purple eyes, sensual lips curved in a slightly ironic smile.

- Careful, beautiful! - he smiled at her, slowly to release the girl picked up at the moment of the collision.

“Forgive me, sir,” she whispered to Diviana, stiffening from the predatory gaze of piercing violet eyes.

“Forgive me if you take me to Lubawa, a local witch,” pulling the black hair out of the face of the embarrassed girl’s blue hair, the stranger laughed velvety.

- Oh, - Divlyana was even more embarrassed, - this is my mom, lord.

- And I look, that you remind someone to me. So, will you take me to visit you, girl?

Divlyana, freeing herself from the hands of a man, felt more confident:

- Of course, I spend, mum is always glad to guests. And who are you? How do mom know? What is your name?

Questions poured from the mouth of the girl, like a pea.

The stranger smiled indulgently, watching the easy, mobile girl with a predatory gaze.

- I'm a sorcerer. And my name is Michael. Your mother and I studied at the same academy. What is your name, beautiful creature?

The cheeks of Divlyany colored a blush of embarrassment:

- Divlyana.

“What a wonderful name,” drawled the sorcerer, “and it suits you very much.” Divlayayana ...

“Here we are,” the girl smiled radiantly, and in her blue eyes turned sparks of fun. - Mom, mommy, to you guest!

- Divlyana, daughter, why are you shouting? - went out to meet Lyubava. - Who is there to me?

Lyubava suddenly turned pale when she saw who entered after her daughter.

- Mom, this gentleman to you - chirped noticing nothing girl.

- Divlyana, rise to yourself, get ready, soon the guests will come.

“Okay, mommy,” Divlyana kissed her mother on the cheek and rushed upstairs.

“You have a lovely daughter, Lyubava,” said Michael, with a velvety voice, “just like you were in your youth.” Well hello my star!

- What do you need, Michael? - Lyubava was clearly not happy with the unexpected guest. - And do not dare touch my daughter!

“Lyubava, my soul,” the sorcerer retorted lazily, “I came to you in peace.” Take your thing. You remember, don't you?

Lyubava paled even more.

- Yes I remember. Just swear by your Gift that you will not touch Divlyana.

Red lights flashed in the sorcerer's eyes for a moment, he replied harshly:

- Give the book, Lyubava, in a good way! I look forward to tomorrow, dear! Think for now.

Michael swung around and left. Lyubava sank heavily on the bench, barely holding back tears. The mistake made in adolescence auknula quite inopportunely. “Why, well, why did I take this book! Michael now will not lag behind ... "

The consternation of the witch broke the sonorous voice of his daughter:

- Mom, I'm ready! Look, I have a new outfit? - she spun in front of her mother, showing a cherry-colored dress with a snow-white petticoat and the thinnest lace.

Lyubava furtively brushed away a tear and almost serenely smiled at her daughter:

- You are a beautiful girl, my daughter! Let's go to the table to set up, the guests are coming.

- Where is your guest, Michael?

- Gone, he still has urgent business, he briefly wrapped up in our city, - Lyubava embraced her daughter, - let's go have fun, today is your special day, honey.

Gathered guests, guest musician, gifts, birthday cake. Divlyana was happy, not noticing the melancholy in the eyes of her mother.

Birthday was fun. Divlyana, flushed and laughing, accompanied the last guest and went to her mother.

- Mommy! Thank! It would be the best birthday ever! Now I will also become a real witch, how are you?

- Daughter, to become a witch you need to learn. What I have already taught you is not enough. The gift needs to be developed, my daughter, - Lubava replied, smiling. “Next week I'll start preparing you for admission to the Academy.”

- Hooray!!! - Divlyana hugged mother. - Mommy, I'm so happy! Thank! Thank you!

Lyubava laughed along with her daughter, driving off the anxiety and fear of meeting with Michael for a while.

- strangling, mischief! Everything, it's time to sleep - kissing the daughter on the cheek, ordered Lyubava. “Tomorrow, in the morning, take care of making potions.”

- Good night, Mom! - Divlyana ran upstairs.

“Good night, daughter,” whispered Lyubava, who had become serious.

She sat down heavily in a chair and thought.

“How wrong time Michael appeared! Fool! Why then agreed to pick up a book? I will give him a book, and let him go! ”

Lyubava rose resolutely and went to the pantry, where she opened the hiding place and took out a large book wrapped in thick cloth. When she already wanted to deploy it, there was a quiet knock on the window. Startled, Lyubava blew out the candle and went to see who had come there at night. A magical messenger fought through the window.

"From whom? Did Michael send it? ”- Thinking open the window, the witch thought.

And indeed, the messenger was from the sorcerer.

"I am waiting for you with a book tomorrow at the edge of the forest just after noon." Lubava did not have time to finish reading the messenger cleared in the air.

“I'll give him a book and let him clean. Divlyana only need to send. I don’t want my daughter to know at least something about my past, ”thought the witch, clutching the cursed book to her chest and heading to her bedroom.

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The morning was sunny and warm. In the morning, Lyubava and Divlyana collected orders from their regular customers. Ointments, infusions, potions ... Time flew quickly for the usual hassle.

- Daughter, today you are sending orders, then you go to the butcher’s shop and pick up fresh veal. And in the evening we will deal with the preparation plan for entering the Academy.

- Well, mommy. Then I ran.

Divlyana sped away, seizing a basket with orders.

- Well, it's time for me to go, - muttered Lyubava.

Having seized the basket, at the bottom of which lay the ill-fated book, she set off towards the forest. Greeting and smiling at the greetings of the townspeople, she, slowly, majestically went to meet with Michael. No one suspected that this was the last hours of her life.

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Having returned, Divlyana, of course, did not find her mother there. And when Lubava did not return late in the evening, the girl ran to her neighbors, telling her that the mother had disappeared somewhere. Sleepless night flew by. And in the morning the search began. There were people who saw Lyubava heading towards the forest. When she was found in an abandoned zaimka, Lyubava was dead. From her body as if sucked life, it was withered and aged. Divlyana, having learned about the death of her mother, weeped inconsolably, buried in the shoulder of her neighbor, the owner of a bakery. At this moment Michael appeared. Seeing the crying girl, the mournful faces of the neighbors, the policeman, he frowned and asked:

- What's happening?

- And who are you actually? The policeman asked.

“I am a longtime friend of Lubava, we studied at the academy together,” the sorcerer replied arrogantly. - Let me introduce myself to Michael Or Blake, the sorcerer of the highest stage of the magic of the four elements.

Respectfully bowing before the sorcerer in the bow, the policeman explained:

“The lady witch was killed; we found her a couple of hours ago in an abandoned battle in the woods.”

- Have you killed Lubawa? - Michael wondered in surprise. - Who could raise a hand to the only witch in the city?

Policeman ...