Directly in front of them, against the wall, stood three giant beds filled with silk sheets. To the left was a small depression in the floor filled with hot water, from which steam rose. On the side of the peculiar bathtub glittered bottles with multi-colored liquids.William walked over and picked up one of the bottles. The paper tag read “myrtle.”- These are oils! – the brunette was surprised.“Very opportune,” the knight ruffled his hair and glanced impatiently towards the table bursting with food. - I'm tired as a mule!- Hey, Felix! - Tristan called out to the man, - It seems this is for you!Tristan pointed to a wooden stand nestled in one of the corners of the room, on which the armor hung. The white-silver metal shimmered, reflecting the light coming from the small oval stones on the ceiling. The engraved patterns were woven into a dragon design on the breastplate. The edges were finished with gold alloy. At the side of the armor, on an elegant wooden stand, rested a two-hand
“This is bad,” Tristan muttered through his teeth.- Will this ever end? – the gray-eyed young man sighed. – What should we do with him? Don't kill...William rushed forward. Black steel whistled, cutting through the air. Friends scattered. The long-haired vampire began to spin in a wild dance. Burning eyes were fixed on Tristan. William rained down blows one after another without feeling tired. The blonde retreated, dodging the lightning attacks of the “Night Raven”.- Will, are you at least angry at me for something? Otherwise you’ll cut it down and then you’ll cry.The brunette did not react, continuing his attacks.- You just recently “killed” me. Then he regretted it. Do you remember? – Tristan tried again.The hellish flames continued to dance in the yellow eyes.- William! I'm tired of dying by your hand! You're my friend! Stop! – Tristan began to get tired of the constant attacks of the black sword. William, driven by the power of the fire, did not even lose his breath.- Frie
Ilyana wiped the sweat from her forehead. The girl leaned her hands on the stone railing of the balcony, examining the surroundings of the royal castle. The muscles were buzzing, the hands were shaking from fatigue and tension. Keeping the wings folded on her back took a lot of effort, but Ilyana stubbornly forced herself to exercise several times a day. Together with fatigue and physical tension, these moments brought her calm. Kyrian, like the Lord, demanded that she quickly learn to control her flying limbs, and did not disturb her for most of the day. Ilyana sighed and tensed again - feathers rustled on the stone tiles. New, previously unfamiliar muscles tensed, beginning to ache and tremble. Heavy wings rose above the floor. Tensing, Ilyana opened her wings, stretching them as wide as possible. This succeeded for only a few moments - and they sank to the floor again.“It’s okay, I’ll succeed,” the girl threw her hair behind her back and headed towards the door.Having ordered the
“I only regret one thing,” I told him then, “that I cannot read all these wonderful works in my short life.”The prince looked at me affectionately. I still remember his sincere, compassionate look. He gave me what I wanted more than anything in the world - time. To this day I am grateful to him for this.Alas, kings are not destined to reign forever. Sanader and Nayara ruled for only a few decades. They were overthrown by the bloody Agnard, conquering the castle and uniting western and eastern Lygyria. Since then, many kings have changed - good and bloodthirsty, just and crazy. But they all had one thing in common - admiration on their faces when entering the great library. And they all understood that there is only one person who can find anything in this labyrinth of knowledge - me.The man turned to the shelves and affectionately touched one of the volumes.- I read them all. I remember every cover, every title. I know what treasures are hidden within these walls. Anyone could bec
Rising with difficulty, the girl walked to the door on wobbly legs and ordered a bath to be prepared. Sitting down on the bed, Ilyana stared out the window. Despair was creeping up, taking over my mind bit by bit. The girl shook her head. No! They won't break it! They won't subdue her mind! She is a seraph warrior, and she will destroy the enemies of humanity!Feeling a little better, Ilyana took off her dress and sank into the warm water. She needs to learn to fly as soon as possible, because only one step separates her from freedom.Leaning on the edge of the bathroom and closing her eyes, the girl again tried to reach out to the Force. Going deeper than the “place” where the energy was usually concentrated. There, deep in her inner world, the flame of an unusual, but so familiar Power was flickering. The girl reached out to this place, trying to embrace the energy with all her mind. A cramp ran through my body, giving way to a pleasant languor. The feeling of wings broke into consc
He had a strange but pleasant dream. They sat with Ira in a beautiful vine-covered gazebo, sipping their favorite red wine. Summer reigned all around, bright green colors blinded my eyes. The hot sun illuminated the earth, giving affection and warmth. Ira, dressed in a light white dress, smiled. Tristan had never seen such a happy smile on her face. At that moment the girl seemed unimaginably beautiful to him. Tenderness shone in the green eyes.And then a crazy whirlwind burst into the gazebo. He spun around the table, almost knocking over the cutlery on it. Ira jumped up indignantly and began to scold the naughty whirlwind. Suddenly Tristan realized that these were... children! A fragile, petite girl with light golden curls and a dark-haired boy. The kids, listening to the dissatisfied female voice, became a little depressed. Then the girl looked back, and green eyes looked at Tristan. She smiled radiantly and threw herself on his neck.- Dad! Tell mom we won't do it anymore! And do
William reached out to touch the palm covering his eyes, but heard a quiet request:- Do not do that. I want you to understand. To fully understand what fate awaits you. A piece of my Power can help you deal with the enemy, but it will leave a mark on your soul that will never disappear. Not every mortal wants to tie himself with strong bonds with the immortal goddess,” the bitterness in Lilith’s voice gave way to burning melancholy. She knew what she was talking about. Once upon a time I felt it completely.William's body was shaking slightly, but his thoughts were clearer than ever. The power emanating from the goddess made the young man’s head spin. It was incredibly bright and all-consuming, and at the same time fragile and delicate, like a cobweb in the wind that could easily be torn off by a clumsy hand. She evoked a desire to protect.“I want her,” William’s lips whispered. There was a ringing in his ears, but the young man smiled, smiled so joyfully and sincerely as never befo
The woman smiled, and there was so much warmth and tenderness in her smile that the young man instantly lost all his fighting spirit. The stranger was short and looked incredibly fragile. The milky white skin seemed to radiate its own radiance. The woman tilted her head to the side, looking at the blond with a curious glance, her long snow-white hair sliding over the sloping shoulder and delicate silk of her light silver dress.“You love her,” the woman spoke tenderly. Her ringing voice resembled the enchanting chime of bells, “You finally allowed your heart to melt.”Tantario looked blankly at the white-haired woman, and suddenly remembered the terrible picture of the dying Aira. Embarrassed, the blond wiped away the tears on his cheeks. How painful and sad he is from the mere thought that the Chosen One could have suffered because of him!- Am I dreaming again? - the young man’s voice trembled and his eyebrows frowned.The stranger rose with the elegance and grace characteristic of