Yarsi quickly noted that Vik was not among the dead and felt an involuntary relief.He stepped a little closer, peered at their wounds. Four bloody stripes crossed the chest of each - long and deep, torn to skin, bones and internal organs. The one who killed them dealt only one blow, one single blow with great inhuman strength.The sorcerers walked around the corpses in a circle, looked at each other, knelt down next to them, whispered something quietly."We're all going to die," a woman shrieked in the crowd. “Katrice is doomed…People began to murmur, frightened cries were heard.Why did the undead enter the city? – it was a question to sorcerers. Yarsi recognized the bald man's voice. - It turns out that we are now even in our homes are not safe?“You should have known that the undead would cross the Border!” Someone else backed him up. - That's why you are sorcerers, that's what we pay you for! ..- Where is the Head? Let him tell you what to do.We will all die...- Katrice has b
Yarsi showed his fist to the stallion and again grabbed the saddle, this time he managed to cope with the girth safely. He threw the saddlebags on the horse and jumped into the saddle. The stallion danced in place, striving to rear up.“Yes,” Elena's companion said discontentedly, and Yarsi felt his penetrating gaze on him.He was tall and thin, strands of completely gray hair fell on his shoulders, a painful expression froze on his weather-beaten, wrinkled face. He held two horses at the bridle and leaned heavily on a staff Yarsi knew. But the colorless eyes burned with a completely unnatural strength for his age.- Yaroslav. You have matured, but I recognize you, glad that my girl was not mistaken. I hope your years of wandering have taught you something, fugitive. And yet, Elena, - he turned to the girl. “It would be extremely unreasonable to continue the further journey, accompanied by two inept boys. They can't protect us!Matzher laughed softly again.Elena gave him a displeased
They made their next stop almost at night, when the sun had dipped behind the treetops. Wriston chose a spot on the side of the road, away from the trees. They dismounted, unsaddle their horses, but did not let them go to graze, the forest was too close.Riston cautiously looked around and, leaning heavily on his staff, walked in a circle, bypassing the place of their parking.Is he a sorcerer? Yarsi asked, lowering his voice.“Once upon a time,” Elena sighed heavily. They say old habits are hard to break."That's stupid," Matzher chuckled. – What is he doing? Trying to create a protective circle? Useless occupation.“It will make him feel better,” the girl said. She took supplies from her saddlebag and began preparing supper.Vic went for firewood and lit a fire. Matzher found himself a stump, sat down and began to watch Wriston. The old man now leaned toward the ground, then straightened up, drew unknown signs in the air with his staff, and muttered something quietly."At least he's
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