Strange, but during all this time he hardly remembered Vistolza. He just knew that somewhere out there - very far away there is a house. Then came the realization that the concept of his own home for him is now somewhat different. There remained the house of his parents - their families, there were relatives and relatives, but already inaccessible to him beings. Because there was Reeta - a world that would never let him go. Never? Probably, it would have to break his heart with pain, and maybe someday it will be just that. Then, when there will be time for memories, for longing for parents, for sisters, for their native places. And now there was just a nagging emptiness and the understanding that this time may not come. Never…. Half a year before the opening of the Gates, a tingling tension began to rush in the air, and not only because great forces were waking up that would open the way to another world. One night, when the departed wanderers will return and new vagabonds will go on
Everyone sat down on the benches with relief, heard the name of the third of the best - Dercon - the commander of the fifth attacking team, and almost immediately the stands roared. The second one was named - Cravius - the commander of the scouts. The one who during the previous five years turned out to be the First at the Games was named. But today he did not become the winner, which means that his eternal rival, only slightly inferior to him, Milt surpassed him. The winner was announced with some delay, Vic didn't even listen, immersed in his own thoughts. I was struck only by the silence that followed - not believing, piercing, and then the stands roared again. For some reason, they started pushing him, two teachers ran up, jerked him to his feet and again forced him to enter the arena. He looked around in confusion, saw the faces of his parents, this time not smiling, but excitedly concentrated. On shaky legs, he moved towards the judges. The name of the one who scored the
He knew that he was not sleeping, he should not have been sleeping, and yet the memories resembled exactly a dream - very bright, but ghostly, which began to disappear immediately, as soon as he returned to reality. If his parents knew what girls he had now, they would know what he himself had become - a monster. An almost dead monster. monster. But they won't know. Never. And it pleased. Vic forced himself to move, shifting his position slightly to loosen his muscles. He peered into the twilight of the room, barely dispersed by the light of almost extinguished candles. I saw that both girls were lying with their heads on their stepmother's knees. He listened to the woman's breathing - quite even and deep, without interruptions, without hoarse wheezing, which he heard when that girl began to die in the garden. I turned to Kim. The boy sat with his arms around his knees, no longer trembling, apparently managed to come to his senses. He also looked at Vic.- What's next? the doctor a
For some reason, Vic imagined that it would be a woman, probably, the image was inspired by the look of the bedroom, which is distinguished precisely by women's decoration - lace pillowcases on pillows on the bed, a canopy decorated with ruffles, lying on the floor, needlework laid out on the table. And in the open door of the closet, elegant dresses were visible. But he was mistaken, in the darkness of the corridor a staggering figure of a young guy appeared. Vic watched distantly as he walked dragging his right leg. The trouser leg was bloodied, fragments of bone were visible from a terrible wound just above the knee, but he did not pay attention to it. The deathly-pale face, all covered with a network of blue veins, was smeared with already dried blood. An empty, unseeing gaze is directed straight ahead - to nowhere. The Vistolets waited and seemed to look in a mirror, imagining that after some time he would look the same. But there was no fear, and understanding of reality only
The Vistolets carefully seated the woman, moved his stiff shoulder and, without saying another word, grabbed the skinny teenager by the shoulders, easily tore him off the roof and threw him over the fence. He managed to scream loudly, attracting unnecessary attention of the dead, and, groaning, got to his feet already on the lawn. Vic calmly listened to his angry tirade addressed to him, returned to Lirta, picked up the woman in his arms. At the very edge of the roof, he winked at Kim and tossed it to the teenager.- No, no, no, - Kim tried very hard, but, of course, did not catch. Vic did not count on this, so he threw it so that the guy's body simply softened the woman's fall. As a result, Lirta knocked him down and fell with all his weight from above. - Well, shall we fly? – Vistolets looked at the pale girls. Are you afraid of heights too? They shook their heads negatively. - Great, then come here, - he was not going to throw them down, besides, Kim had not yet got out fro
He did not manage to get to his feet even on the fifth attempt, he continued to sit on his knees and watched the children through the fog covering his eyes. Kim was still lying, not even trying to get up. The girls looked at each other anxiously, went up to their brother and resolutely squatted down next to him. They moved with amazing synchronicity, at the same time clasped his hands in their hands and closed their eyes. Kim flinched, eyes wide with panic as he struggled until he was free from their fingers.- No, don't, - he quickly crawled away from them, it was clear that his movements had acquired clarity, he no longer seemed weakened from loss of strength. But Lana and Mila noticeably turned pale and no longer seemed as cheerful and cheerful as before. - Don't, - the teenager repeated and looked anxiously at the sisters. They smiled hard in response. - What was it? Vic asked. “But tell me later, we have to leave now.” Kim immediately jumped to his feet and threw to Lirta.
The guard was breathing hard, he had to carry Lirta alone. Kim quickly began to stumble, tried several times to slow down and fall behind, but all his attempts were stopped by the whistle with a knee kick. Vic heard more and more low-pitched curses uttered through gritted teeth. Two men in the uniform of guards separated from the crowd and ran up to the commander. He handed them the woman, turned to Vic, intending to say something, but at that time, a piercing bird's cry was heard high in the sky. A moment later, the ground suddenly trembled underfoot. People involuntarily began to stop and look around, not understanding which side to expect danger from. Vic only cursed, his ears already picking up the fast galloping tread of the approaching dead things that attacked him outside the city. And another rumor suggested that there were not five of them, but many more. He lowered the girls to the ground and pushed them towards Kim.- Take them deep into the crowd, - he ordered.
The hilt of the sword burned his palm unbearably and pricked his fingers. It was not silver, but the energy of the objects fused into the blade spread along the entire length of the sword. Vic hissed in pain and cursed through clenched teeth, but did not let go of his weapon. The very first blow of the modified sword not only repulsed the alien blade, but also slid through the enemy’s weapon with energy lightning and dug into his body. The dead man unclenched his fingers in bewilderment and shook all over. Vic did not wait for what would happen next and cut his body in half, making it impossible to fight. The Vistolets only understood that Kim had put not only silver into this sword, but also a share of special magic that continues to live in the weapon. I wonder where the guy learned this? According to Wriston's story, his only school was the magic tower dungeon. The remaining monsters, having come into contact with the blade, obediently released their swords from their fingers