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Vic did not dare to get out from under the trees. If he could somehow endure the burning of the sun's rays, although this seemed more and more unlikely, it would not have been possible to cook food with his eyes closed anyway. Therefore, the entire parking lot moved under the trees, Kim dragged branches for the fire, but the girls had to move the carcass of the fallow deer. The sisters, without fear or disgust, grabbed the dead animal by the legs and dragged it to the forest. Vic took the prey from them and, having settled in the densest shade, began to skin the doe. It turned out that because of the spikes on the fingers, it was not very convenient to hold the knife, it was more convenient to pick up the skin with these same spikes, which not only easily pierced, but also tore apart no worse than claws. The girls stood nearby and watched with interest the transformation of the animal into meat that can be eaten. Kim pretended to be busy with the fire and diligently turned away.
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Vic was aware of what was happening with all his being. It was strange. Waves of magic touched the skin in a disturbing stream and rushed through space with a ringing rumble. He looked at the children, the girls were shrouded in an almost invisible haze, making the outline of their bodies indistinct and pale - ghostly. A vortex of energy raged around Kim, he was wrapped in a cocoon of intertwining currents of magic. They slid through the teenager and concentrated in the stick he squeezed. The wood seemed to be on fire, the energy tore it apart and fell like ashes back into the ground, only a part of it was transformed and lined up in a low corridor stretching through the forest. Vic himself didn't know what he was waiting for, his muscles tensed in tension, as if if the young magician broke loose and did something wrong, he could still save the children. But the force raging very close by spoke about the opposite - nothing would remain, neither the forest, nor the people. Only ashe
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High above the trees there was a piercing cry, the Vistolet froze, through the dense crowns he saw that a large bird was circling in the sky. Kim jumped to his feet, cocked his head, trying to see through the foliage."It's a magical bird," he said confidently.- Why do you think so?- Feel. Vic didn't even try to feel, he just knew that it was true, the strangest thing was that it didn't surprise him at all. A black shadow swept over the river, huge wings flapped, and a large bird of prey landed on the shore. Kim quickly ran back to the trees, then came to his senses, grabbed the sisters by the arms and dragged them behind the nearest trunks. Vic remained where he was, the bird carefully examining him with its silver eyes."Hello, Yarsi," he waved his hand. The bird bowed its head slightly, nodded, and confidently approached.- What feathers! – an enthusiastic whisper of the girls flew from somewhere over his shoulder. - I always wanted a bird, let me pet it! A fuss and an in
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The two guards stationed at the entrance to the inner chambers stretched out in a panic, pressed their weapons to their sides and tried to put on a frozen expression. He involuntarily forced himself to slow down, the king should not run up the stairs at such a speed, jumping over several steps. Although he is not quite a king yet, even for a prince this is unacceptable. Episodes from childhood, instructions and lessons of Giton, and my mother's, too, woke up in my memory more and more often. If she saw the habits and behavior of her youngest son now, she would be horrified. Not a trace was left of her science, all palace etiquette was arbitrarily pushed very far aside. No, Yarsi tried to restrain himself, he remembered perfectly how to behave with courtiers, with servants and with ambassadors from other kingdoms. But sometimes he suddenly got tired of it and he could not help himself, turning from a courteous young man into a mocking person, not considering the desires of others, wi
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The Vistolet gave the children a careful look, and to begin with walked around the unconscious merchants, taking bags of food and purses with money from them. His conscience did not torment him at all, there was an idea that this would lead to trouble, but given that they saw who exactly dealt with them, this already seemed insignificant. Persecution is still unavoidable. Of course, if they decide on it. In any case, he was not going to kill anyone, these are ordinary people who are faced with an unknown and terrible phenomenon and are trying to protect themselves and their loved ones. Vic even froze, involuntarily noting that he thinks quite humanly, there was neither the cruelty of demons, nor the cold indifference of werewolves, nor the thoughtless thirst for the blood of the dead. He looked back at the children who were eating their late lunch, his lips parted in a smile of their own accord. He involuntarily lowered his head, imagining how that smile looked on his face. Somewher
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They must have fallen asleep as soon as their bodies touched the ground. Vic carefully laid the girls down on the grass, shook the half-dead Kim off his back, and quickly took out a cloak and capes from the bag. He spread the cloak under a thick bush, put Lana and Mila on it, and covered it with a cape. The second went to Kim, the teenager still tried to start collecting branches for the fire, but the Vistolet forced him to sit next to his sisters and asked him to put up a shield. The magician constantly yawned, so he lost his way several times while reciting the spell, but, in the end, a reliable magic dome appeared over the children. Vic involuntarily stepped back, he felt the power of the dome with every cell of his body, Kim clearly overdid it. But consciously or not - that was another question. Yes, the children accepted him, but he strongly doubted that they were not at all afraid of him. At least Kim. He himself said that Vic continues to change, but in what direction, he har
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Leaf greeted the two riders with a roar of voices. Frightened residents almost threw themselves under the hooves of horses, trying to tell about the events that had taken place. Yarsi silently looked at the faces twisted with fear, at the trembling hands, nevertheless squeezing a simple weapon. Someone was holding a club, someone was holding a wide knife, and some had pitchforks or scythes. Although the villagers were frightened, no one was going to leave their houses. The headman was met at the entrance to the outskirts, it was clear that the old man was waiting for them. He gave the heir to the throne a piercing look and bowed his head. Unlike the others, he did not rush towards the riders. Perhaps he was the only one who immediately realized that the sent messenger could not ride to the capital in such a short period of time, could not have time to tell anything. Yes, and the guests did not appear from the side of the main road, but arrived directly through the fields, without ta
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Jenevra glanced warily out the window and crept up, watching the guests approaching her house. Maybe she did not have a particularly outstanding magical power, but she had more knowledge than some who imagined themselves to be great magicians. And her knowledge was not drawn from books, not from teachers, but was collected bit by bit by experience. Everything she could tell about was seen with her own eyes and felt on her own body. But she had no listeners and she had no one to talk to, although there were many people around. But is her knowledge for mere mortals? Who are they to share their experience with them? Yes, and they did not want to listen to her, they did not take seriously the grouchy grandmother, who found fault with every trifle. And how not to find fault if people are so careless? They do not think that when Trouble comes, simple weapons will not help, they do not understand that magic will also be useless. They do not see how inevitably the last days approach. Bu
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