Out of the castle. Olga Zhvan
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Название: Out of the castle
Автор: Olga Zhvan
Жанр: Любовное фэнтези
Серия: The Worlds of Aurelia
isbn: 978-617-7060 83-2
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Aurelia looked at a bottom and saw that flocks of the little birdies similar to tiny black-and-white penguins were walking on a bottom; they funny fussed below under the girl and a little ahead. Some man came up to the lake and said: «You must not swim, get out of water». Aurelia raised the head and asked: «Are you speaking to me?» He answered: «No, not to you».
And at that moment little birdies from a lake bottom one by one began to come up from the water, turning into huge black birds. They promptly jumped out of water, took the air and disappeared. There were too many of them, the strong movements of their wings created waves on the lake, splashes flied extensively, and the girl got panic because they took off literally from under her body. Aurelia remained in water, distinctly understanding thus that she shouldn't be in that decorative lake. Through an instant after the last bird crashed out, the surface of the lake calmed down, and water became crystal-clear.
Having opened eyes, Aurelia felt she had a real rest. Considering the long road, it was surprising. Having looked round, she understood that she was laying in a bed in the unfamiliar room, however she didn't have time to be frightened, as she heard the voice of Veres which had already become almost darling, he was talking to someone in a far corner quietly. The girl caught the thought that his voice for her was also a kind of binding to the reality, and smiled. Eventually, he was becoming a part of her life.
– Perhaps, you are right, – hardly familiar sharp voice reminding croak of a bird forced Aurelia to prick up the ears. Only now she sat up on a bed and tried to look closer at the speaker. Almost without having been surprised, she saw the stranger whom she had already met twice on the way.
– Where are we? – Aurelia asked quietly.
– Woke up? It is good! Good morning!
Veres still didn't answer the questions, but such form of communication stopped to irritate the girl and gave her the chance to use the same tactics in reply.
– Here is List, he is The Reaper.
– Aurelia, – the girl gave her name.
– I know who you are, – the croaking voice answered.
– He asks you to help him to cure his son. He was bitten by wolves. He is in the next room. Will you try?
Together they came in the next room. The child of seven-eight years was lying on the bed. However before Aurelia came closer to him, she understood that the child was dead. In embarrassment the girl stopped near a children's body and looked at Veres with a question in her sight, then she shifted a glance on List, she saw a quiet expectation in both in reply.
– He is dead!
– I know. Try.
Without any hope the girl approached the child, put hands on a body and… didn’t feel anything. Her vital energy had nothing to join.
– He is empty. He isn't a vessel anymore!
The Reaper came to the girl.
– You know, your girl doesn't exist as well! But he has not already existed and she does not still exist.
– I still don't understand you … – dizziness began along with an easy attack of nausea …
– Don't escape. I will explain to you.
She caught herself practically on reality border and forced herself to listen attentively to his words.
List was The Reaper. The Timeless who had to leave a cocoon was his son Vaya. To be more exact he could be his son if The Reaper had placed him there in time. However he didn't make it and let himself be tempted by his beloved spouse who mourned loss of the first-born all nine months being pregnant, after all such children were initially deprived of a choice and couldn't live, without having incorporated a set of others threads. As a result, the newborn was hidden from Guards who watched all carried out the missions assigned to them. They managed to hide the child, having only given him some of own threads, and taken also some chances of the close relatives. But they didn't consider it was a big price for the child's life. Everything was normal until the moment the child had to leave the cocoon. But the cocoon from others probabilities was empty, threads were gradually alloyed in one hard lump, becoming impregnated in themselves. And the child was living quietly, without knowing about his mission. Everything was good up to the seventh birthday of Vaya when the spider line of reality started cracking slowly. The Reaper could do nothing with it, and The Timeless instead of sliding on lines of probabilities, started failing slowly from this reality in the unknown. As a result, having appeared at night in the wood, he got to teeth of wolves who with all passion of a predatory animal tried to clean the Earth from the nonexistent boy. List found him following the torn-off others threads which couldn't weave the new reality for the boy and brought him home. For him rumours about the girl – healer and the strange young man who were round there became a gift, and he decided to catch them. Aurelia listened to that rather short story and couldn't understand only two things: at first she didn’t see how she could help to the child and second what was the role of nonexistent blond girl who had already been in her visions twice?
However, List didn't hurry to give answers, and, maybe, he didn’t have them at all. He just asked about the help.
It seemed nobody was going to hurry the girl up, Aurelia was given a time to think up a way to rescue the child and she had a tasty dinner. She had almost got used to eat fresh porridge or tasteless soup in inns, so that time the girl, at last, had a square meal and got warmed. Nobody asked her about anything, but the child's mother who was silently looking at her with entreaty nevertheless didn't allow Aurelia to relax. Feeling full of strength the girl, however, didn't find any ideas concerning rescue of the child. But all people around, obviously, didn't have any doubts that she would return him life. Aurelia was confused by another fact, touching him she felt emptiness, cold, something without bottom. As though any quantity of her or somebody else forces would not be enough to fill bottomless silence in the child. It had to be something different for that purpose but what exactly it could be escaped from her understanding.
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