The horses snorted, twitched their ears, glanced anxiously at the too close forest. People wrapped themselves in cloaks and nervously clutched weapons in their hands. The sorcerers looked the most calm, but their impenetrable faces, no, no, yes, had an alarming expression.The first glimpses of dawn fell like scattered rays on a wide meadow and a gloomy, inhospitable thicket. And if in other places at first there was an ordinary living forest, and only then the border of Reeta rose, then here the lifeless world began immediately. Huge black trees did not hide behind the trunks of their brothers, they openly looked at the living. Red leaves swayed and rustled on their branches without wind, as if they were calling, inviting, pulling ...A detachment of horsemen, consisting of thirty people, drove up to the Border at dawn. The people dismounted, hobbled their horses, and prepared to wait. The girl kidnapped from the palace was tied to one of the trees growing on the outskirts of the mea
Once Radolyub was a member of a clan of sorcerers who were searching for the True Witch. It seemed to them that she was able to revive the Great Power. Useless searches. They did not even imagine that Leana became the queen of Miros, then the path to the kingdom was closed to them. And only now he suddenly realized that they would never find her again, their Liana had died, and her son was standing in front of him. Her and Bortana. King of Reeta! What kind of powers he must have... And it's a lie that he surrendered to them, all lies, he's just playing with them!The sorcerer involuntarily shivered, overpowered himself and approached the werewolf almost closely.Why are you here, Yaroslav? he said softly. - For the girl? I don't believe.- Why? Sometimes it seems to me that there is more human in me than in some of the people. I still remember what it means to be human, my feelings haven't changed.- Not changed? And your heart hasn't changed, it's still beating in your chest. Living
Vic got up on all fours, his head spinning unbearably, and he struggled to focus his eyes on the white beast. The movements of the monster were almost not perceived by the eyes, they were so fast that they resembled a whirlwind circling in flight. The Vistolet sat down, rubbed his face with his hands, the flaring fight suddenly appeared right in front of him. The wolf with silver eyes knocked down the soldiers standing nearby, slashed his teeth on their necks in a jump. People fell, their bodies convulsed, blood gushed from deep wounds. Vic pulled back slightly, looked around, found his sword. It was only on the third attempt that he managed to rise to his feet. The thick of the fight moved a little to the side, but screams of horror and death rattles were still heard too close. Vic shook his head, trying to assess the prospects.The werewolf did not pay attention to the blows raining down on him, he simply moved from victim to victim with lightning speed, but his skin was no longer s
The bright sun was still shining in the sky and fluffy white clouds were running, driven by a warm breeze. The world was familiar, full of life and cold alienation. The world was different, with its inherent sorrows and losses, with joys and happiness, there were kingdoms of people and a dead forest of the damned. But this was his world. Their world.He slowly looked around, taking in both the wide meadow and the gloomy dark thicket of the forest. The inhabitants of Reeta howled hoarsely and scraped the ground with their paws, as if they knew that their king was not going to return to them now. The only surviving sorcerer stood calmly among the bloodied bodies of his recent subordinates. Hands lowered, back proudly straightened, in the eyes of an incomprehensible expectation, but not fear. He did not take his eyes off Yaroslav, an incomprehensible look.Yarsi walked across the grass and picked up a white sword from the ground, which lay comfortably in his right hand, habitually coveri
They got ready for the road quickly, took away a couple of horses for everyone, almost did not disassemble the saddlebags, deciding that they would deal with this later. Yarsi easily lifted and put the wounded Elena in the saddle, the girl did not mind, but out of habit she snorted something. Disa and Lyubava sniffed at her for a long time, whispered to each other, but then they took them under guardianship and the three of them discussed something vigorously all the way.Yarsi tried to move away and not listen, as soon as their conversation sounded like phrases about dress models, fabric colors and arguments about how many layers of lace should be in order to emphasize the figure more profitably. The werewolf girls eagerly absorbed all the information about the modern world received from Elena. And the princess of Tinasa, having found such grateful listeners, even forgot about her wound and the role of an innocently injured victim, who should groan and moan, causing a feeling of pity
The flame may be different.Yarsi stepped into the rays of the setting sun, after the semi-dark forge they seemed dazzlingly bright. He involuntarily narrowed his eyes. The surrounding reality closed with a continuous rumble of voices, the everyday noise of the village and an obsessive sense of anxiety.Screams and swearing caught the ear on the verge of perception, yet they came from behind the tightly closed door of the trading shop located at the other end of the village. The werewolf king grimaced, one could not even guess what caused the noise. He looked at Radolyub, the sorcerer had already turned towards the guest yard where they were staying. Sometimes it is very beneficial not to hear - there are fewer problems to intervene in.“I’ll go for a walk,” Yarsi smiled wryly.- Is there something wrong? – his companion immediately alerted.Our friends are never all right.He took a step down the road and froze. Small whirlwinds shot up nearby, swirling dust in the air, enveloping in
Yarsi was both bitter and indifferent at the same time, he did not understand what was happening to him. A vision flashed before my eyes again - the open doors of a gilded crypt and steps leading down. Leading to infinity, like streams of magic, merging into boundless rivers right under your feet.With a tearing pop, the rocky surface of the road opened up, an ever-expanding crack ran just along the scorched strip. The knuckles suddenly grabbed the edge of the rift, froze, and in the next moment the first hundred skeletons, yellowed by time, jumped out.Hearing singled out a single astonished sigh that sounded behind him, a sigh of general horror, mixed with the clatter of retreating feet. There was no panic, but people backed away. Yarsi did not blame them, yes, he knew the inhabitants of Myros as fearless warriors, but now they faced too unusual opponents.A whisper broke from Radolyub's lips, he quickly read the spell. On the other hand, Zoran was swinging his hammer, creating quit
Zoran cautiously looked into the rift, saw how deep the fog swirled at its bottom and involuntarily shivered.- Yes, that still a gift remained and the road will have to be laid around. You don't even have to think about the bridge. But the guard post will have to be organized here.“Mage outpost,” Yarsi nodded.- Where can I get them? These mages? Radolyub spread his hands. “We don’t have those in Listovaya. And you won’t be interrogated from the capital, they’ve already tried it.- And who are you?- Blacksmith. And I'm not going to stay here, I've sat too long already, so don't look at me.“And at me,” Radolyub immediately declared, seeing that the interlocutors turned in his direction. - I have a whole detachment of battle mages recently died, I need to recruit new ones.“All right,” Yarsi decided. “We'll find the magician, and I almost know where. Or rather, I think that a company of our acquaintances is visiting him now, otherwise why didn’t they react in any way to the recent r