There was no fear, I wanted to grab the nearest delonha with my teeth, preferably by the throat, and crush the supple body with my hands so that the bones cracked. Crush, immobilize, trample into the ground. But they did not let him close to them, they fenced themselves off with a wall of sparkling blades, already realizing that something was wrong.Yarsi was tired of rushing between opponents, he again ducked and quickly slipped under the belly of the nearest horse. At the same time, he grabbed the rider's leg and pulled it with force, pulling him down. From surprise, the delonh flew out of the saddle and found himself on the ground. Yarsi fell on top, realizing that he was sorely lacking time, the rest of the opponents were too close.Delongh writhed under him, Yarsi with difficulty pulled his unnaturally strong arm with a weapon away from him, moving away from the luminous sword. The edge of the blade was so sharply sharpened that it was almost invisible to the eye and blurred into
There are a thousand roads leading awayThere are thousands of roads that sang the night.My path is oneAnd in it the moon again smiles without sleep,Now she is my ladyI am her slave, servant in the night ...The time was drawing near to dawn, but low black clouds hanging almost overhead made the twilight a real darkness. Heavy, joyless and impenetrable.The horses trotted along at a quiet trot, as tired as the riders from the furious ride that had lasted all night. Matzher led their small detachment, Yarsi rode at the rear. He saw that people could hardly sit in the saddles, they didn’t get a good rest, they didn’t manage to sleep and even have dinner, and now they were holding on with their last strength.People. He caught himself thinking that he no longer identified himself with people, himself and Matzher. Only three of them were human. Their smell tickled his nostrils, he heard their hearts beating, he felt how hot blood was running very close through their veins ... His mind
In the morning, Vic grumbled for a long time, argued with Matzher, tried to convince him of something. Yarsi watched their exchange impassively. He refused the proposed breakfast, which caused new exclamations of displeasure from the Vistolian, who claims that the hungry werewolf might again try to dine with him. Matzher only shrugged his shoulders, as if through a great distance, Yarsi heard his words.“…At least your presence won’t force me to chase him all over the forest, his game is always around….”“…Well, thanks.” Vic rubbed his neck. – I’m glad I can help, your concern for my health brings me to tears…All day long, their little detachment moved through the thicket of the forest. Yarsi seemed to be watching himself from the sidelines. Half-sleep was replaced by brief moments of wakefulness, then consciousness again plunged into a fog. Awakening was like emerging from a deep viscous pool. He began to hear voices, his eyes cleared, reality rolled so close that he felt the beatin
Life cannot be a dream, but sometimes it suddenly becomes the most cherished desire. Right now, more than ever, I wanted to forget and not think about anything. But, unfortunately, Yarsi perceived everything that was happening too clearly. The day is running out, not just a day - the last day. And the promised help remained an illusion. It's not scary. Now it's not scary anymore.– And now what? Vic's voice broke the long silence.For quite some time the horses had wandered aimlessly through the woods, unguided by their riders. Matzher was immersed in his own thoughts, he seemed to be remembering something. Vic looked around nervously, glanced anxiously at the prince.“Maybe it’s time for you to turn towards Daitra?” Yarsi asked. - You will reach the nearest village and you will be safe.The Vistolet shook his head stubbornly.“That's stupid, Vic!“I want to stay until the end, but not because of the contract, but because you are my friend, Yarsi.“Thanks, but that doesn’t make sense
A huge eagle glided smoothly over the forest. Its wide-spread wings were almost motionless, it only shook them slightly, adjusting to the air currents. His keen eyes caught the slightest movement below. As if the waves of the sea bent and straightened under the gusts of wind, the tops of the trees, nimble animals jumped from branch to branch, carefree little birds flew.The eagle made a wide circle and dropped slightly, peering into the gaps between the trunks. The wind suddenly changed, stood in its way like a cold, elastic wall, so that the bird had to make several powerful flaps of its wings to break through this wall. He let out a long cry, an icy wave penetrated through the feathers and seemed to dig into the body. The eagle tumbled, its wings flapping helplessly under the merciless gusts of the hurricane. The forest below stood motionless, he watched the attempts of a living creature to continue its path in the world of the dead.The eagle shouted again, this time angrily, fierc
A narrow but well-trodden road ran along the very edge of the forest. On the other hand, huge meadows with lush, bright green grass approached it. Here and there, a strip of a narrow, fast-moving river shone, emerging from the lush greenery. A light warm breeze swayed bright meadow flowers, from which a charming aroma emanated. Furry bees buzzed, multi-colored butterflies fluttered, and the only thing missing here was grazing herds of domestic cattle, and nowhere was there even a hint of the presence of human habitation.Untouched nature, silence, tranquility. Only the road stood out from the general impression of the complete absence of human activity. But as soon as you turn your head in the other direction, look at the forest, and immediately there is a desire to put the horse into a gallop and rush away from this celebration of wild nature.Only a few rows of trees seemed normal, alive, but even their trunks were serpentine cracks, and reddish veins glistened on the leaves. And th
Bright sunbeams glided through the spreading crowns of trees and lay like a sparkling cobweb on the clearings. Rainbow light seemed to saturate the entire forest, filling every emerald green leaf, every fragile twig, every drop of dew. He was everywhere, often giving a particularly bright and joyful look.The sun flickering between the swaying branches also illuminated a small hill, inside of which a deep hole was dug. Four wolf cubs were scurrying about near the round entrance. They clumsily rolled over on plump paws, jumped up and attacked each other, trying to knock their brothers to the ground.Their house was not quite usual for wolves, inside the hole was more like a dugout. The ceiling and walls were reinforced with thick smooth boards, four pillars served as supports for the roof. There was also a round window that let in the light. There was a table and chairs by the window, and beds against the walls.But now the family did not sit at home, but basked under the warm rays of
So we are prisoners! - exclaimed the Vistolet.– Did you expect something else? Yarsi was surprised. He sat down on the couch and leaned back against it. Vic paced the room nervously.- And you seem to have been waiting for this from the very beginning? And what was supposed to happen in the tower? Was it just me or were we going to be sacrificed?The werewolf shrugged.- They were going.I don't understand, why are you so calm? Isn't it time for us to get out of here somehow?- How, for example?Vic waved his hands in disgust.- If you knew everything in advance, then you should have an answer to this question too! - the Vistolet suddenly stopped pacing the room, came closer and squatted down in front of Yarsi. “Somehow I didn’t attach any importance to how you are sometimes called before - that werewolf at night when the delonchi attacked, then the sorceress in the forest who refused to give her blood. King. They called you king!Yarsi, who had previously been staring at the ceiling