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An owl flew out of the darkness with a scream. She marked her claws in the face of the sorcerer - but Iskor again waved his staff, and the unfortunate bird, losing feathers, bounced off the headband. And, describing the arc, hit the boy in the chest.
The spirit tried to fend off the "gift" with his hands. The owl, happily earing, attacked easy prey. Torn pieces of fabric flew up, mixed with feathers. The boy shouted something, but his voice sank in bird cries.
The owl soared up to the ceiling in order to force the enemy down. Cleverly dodged stupid meltseniya hands.
The next attack forced the boy backwards - the foot sank past the table top. Zhabieglazy fell to the floor, quickly crawled into the darkness.
Spark, however, did not long triumph.
The heavy table, which was still immovable, shook finely. As if the unbearable weight curved bronze legs. The one that is closer to the Magus, hesitantly "felt" the stone under her. Then the same movement was repeated by other snakes.
The table began to move. Carefully, uncertainly. But each new step was given to furniture all easier. And after three cubits of a shaky way, the table pulled away. Finely going over the legs, he rushed to the sorcerer.
He easily knocked him down - Sparkle tumbled across the tabletop. But the mosaic of the floor was raining paper sheets. The guy met the second attack prepared, and the table, already galloping, swept past.
The air rang out from the rumble of metal over the stone, the mad screams of the night bird and the ringing screams of a child.
Not that Aina often had to fantasize about magical battles ... but in her mind they should be different.
The restless furniture crashed deafeningly, again flying past Iskora, pressed into the wall. A boy sat in a circle of light, his owl pressed down on his knees. Dubasil bird cams, shouting outraged op:
- I! You! Such! Not! Created!
Behind, sniveling, pressed against Bozhena's warm chest.
The table finally solved the artless magician's tactics. Rushing past, he managed to put Iskor on the steps - the guy fell to the floor. But, falling, in response, hit the staff. Bronze "legs" of furniture bent at once, separated from the table top.
The slab flew off a step, hit a corner on the floor. Scattered in small kroshevo.
A cloud of dust rose up to the ceiling. There was a disgusting metal screech - four large snakes crawled out of a brown shroud. They lingered near Iskor, but the sorcerer silently pointed his staff towards the spirit. And the snakes crawled on, obeying inaudible orders.
Sparks sparkled under their bellies, scales glistening. The spectacle was impressive.
Owl screams broke off - only a handful of fluff remained on the floor.
- When did you learn to enchant the metal? The boy asked, looking curiously at the snake.
- Just. From you.
The spirit, his eyes, hissed. Dark, flexible bodies began to lose speed. Movement made jerky. Between the dark green, almost black scales appeared reddish glow. It quickly grew, absorbing artfully melted shapes.
Snakes at the same time, just half a step from the target, fell on the stone floor. Copper flowed in puddles.
“Interesting,” snarled the spirit. - Uta has not grown to this.
- Thank.
“I won't tell her.” You see, no threat from you. You are a lazy Wahlak, so you will die.
Spark waved his staff. Then another. And further. A tree with a roar cut through the air, but apart from that nothing happened.
“Yes, very, very interesting,” said the spirit. He put his fists on his hips. “It would have exhausted me.” With nothing to split. Upstairs in the wilderness. Eh, Iskor, Iskor ... you underestimate me, and it hurts.
Paul hit the hooves painfully - the girls jumped at each other, barely resisted. Magus did not resist.Togo worse - fell to the waist, as if in a shaky quagmire. The stone closed on the thighs, bound hands.
The boy, still ridiculous with his eyes, waddled over to the vainly twitching Spark. Now the heads of the sorcerer and the spirit were on the same level.
“You're as simple as an ax,” the guy growled. “You are stunned by my height.” You are weak to female. Your thoughts, and, consequently, actions, did not step over the threshold of adolescence. In other words, you are a boring animal.
- But in my domain I am almost a god. So all yours ...
The spirit moved his finger in the air, trying to find the right word.
- ... tricks like, forgive the girls, farting into the swamp. You are defeated. Do you want a prophecy for last? Curiosity will ruin you. And panache.
- Leave the prophecies for the illiterate fanatics and the elderly.
The spirit recoiled as if it had been splashed with mud. Skrivil displeased face.
- Blasphemy! Virgin, look! Here the sorcerer does not believe in prophecies! Do you even believe?
Aine took a step back, jerked she pushed Bozen behind her back. Watching the spirit, from the outside, was scary. But much worse to become the object of his attention.
Toad eyes stared without stopping. Mavka nodded carefully.
The spirit has gone thin children's laughter.
- In vain! - said the boy. - There is nothing predetermined in the world. But there is one thing that is a shame not to know, girl. Stone Alatyr. He stands, sort of, in the center of the world. Where the Tree stood before. And it stood, Ay-no-ke. This is not a fairy tale. Here on this stone the gods wrote their will! Willa is written on it! And some more.
The boy looked pathetically at Aine’s shoulder.
- Those who have not entered into a contract with the spirits, write on it. Expresses the will. From God's will, the world is changing. The firmament shudders. From the will of a smaller - smaller fluctuations. They are hardly noticeable, but for many this is also enough. All the more so since a soul like Ay-no-ke has never dreamed such power. Me too. Yes, dear mawka, you and I are the seeds of one tree. Although I am in the darkness once you are stronger, I would give a lot for the opportunity to express the will of Alatyr. But this is contrary to our nature. And it does not contradict the nature of Bozhena. Even promotes! You and I know a lot of secrets ...
Short fingers touched his chin. The boy made a thoughtful mine.
- Okay. I know a lot of secrets. You are few. But people envy us. They are forced to serve themselves. And severely disappointed when the secrets end. As Bozhena, for example. We, dear Ay-no-ke, fell into the hands of a fair-haired beast. And this beast wants to learn to express the will of Alatyr. What do we do?
Bozena screamed.
“I do not understand what you are talking about,” Mawka answered in a hoarse voice.
- Oh, No! Ay-no-ke! You understand perfectly! You fell victim to beauty, as I do. Beauty has a high price. You pay by yourself - otherwise what would you do? I paid the offer. I have such a talent, to expand the boundaries of human capabilities ...
Spark snorts.
- He lures cute girls into the pool, after which they are made mermaids. It flatters the boy when beauties curl around him. Only, as our friend aptly put it, “a contradiction of nature” happens here. Mermaids nature allows a lot of things to do, but he does not. Delalka did not have time to grow.
Toad eyes stared at the sorcerer. He frantically sighed.
- Shut your mouth, doer. Otherwise ... otherwise ...
“You die prematurely,” muttered Iskor, grinning in pain.
- Yes! That is - shut up. And do not get stuck.
He folded his fingers over his chest. He stood silently, rolling from heel to toe.
- I persuaded her to become a mermaid, - he grunted, finally. - Here you would, Ay-not-ke, would agree to become it?
Aine answered without hesitation, not counting on anything:
- Yes.
Any girl, being still a girl with a more or less developed fantasy, dreamed of becoming a mermaid. Free, mighty mistress of waters. Whose beauty is not just incomparable - it will never fade. Rusle would not have to think about how to pay tax by the end of the summer. How not to ward off people from their craft. How not to blacken ... Read more →