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The dark dust of the soul
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I saw shadows.
Shadows of long -dead creatures who tried to go through this damned place.
Among them were magicians, archers, crusaders. Saints and plague, noble and vile, skilled and miserable.
There was no one left alive.
Gray veil was ready to pinch her eyes.
I knew this according to the previous times, when I passed through it in robes out of fear and confidence that this was not the last time.
To go through this foggy veil, it was necessary to completely relax. Allow you to carry yourself in danger. Perhaps death.
Very ironic. To relax and die in fleeting tension, when a huge wolf may attack you after a second, and you, not expecting, do not even have time to think about what life has lived.
What life did I live?
And after how many seconds of the steel sword of the next outfit will pierce my heart?
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Unlike previous battles, I was prepared for this in terms of knowledge.
In a strange way near my fire, from which I was gaining strength in a semi -conscious oblivion to the upcoming unknown, I found the diary of one of those brave warriors who died at the hands of this creation. This good husband collected information for many days about who was waiting for him for the next gray veil, and seemed to collect enough to be sure that after this tuman wall he would have another. And one more. And yet.
I was sorry for him.
I also kept a diary.
I used his diary. Sometimes the information really surprised.
“With great pleasure, my dear e., I inform you that my campaign will end soon, and I will return home. You are waiting for me? You get my letters? And I will tear this piece for you, and I will send this letter to our beautiful house, so that you quickly learn everything about my life in another, alien to me to the country. Everything will be fine with us, I got to my goal. I have a little more left. My next obstacle is a strange creature waiting for another veil of death. The voices around me say that this creature is a mixture of my own main desire, the most unwanted fear and a very real danger that I will not see in any way, as long as my steel spike will not pierce my beloved e., heart. But this will not happen. I’m ready. I am glad that your love warms me much like the best bonfires, in whom I spend sleepless nights, and soon I will bring from my journey the biggest reward that I can get. But the main thing: I will bring new meanings to our life. I will become known not only by what I did, but also by what I invented! Invented in terms of ideas. I already have enough unknown knowledge about our empty, but so confusing world, to at least become great today, but I will end my campaign and become truly legendary. Perhaps the last fight remained. And he, like the previous hundreds, will end extremely quickly for those creatures that dare to stand on my holy path. I promise you. With love, your e.P. Everything will be fine.»
It was not clear to me why this last record was preceded by dozens of other sheets.
Why did he not send a single letter to his beloved, this fallen spirit?
And who is he?
There were a lot of questions, but it was time for me to get together. I felt the fire of aggression was gradually emerging inside.
Aggression to everything.
I knew this feeling.
It defeated my enemies, leaving them no chance.
It was time to dress.
It was time to die all the freaks that existed in this world.
Having made sure that my ammunition was not damaged, I fixed the shoulders better, checked the severity of both swords on the nearest branch, which in a posthumous crunch told the whole district that I have a very large weight on this earth, and went to an insensitive gray darkness, which was ready to push the next sacrifice into the clutches of a crazy hunter.
But this wall could not know that the hunter all this time was not inside the room, the passage to which she closed, but outside.
Time to learn new things, dear.
To my surprise, there was no one on the way who could resist. Last time, when I examined the terrain and stumbled upon this gray wall, I was very inhospitable with a dozen skeletons, which, however, did not provide me with any arguments in their favor, and therefore I decided not to pull with their repeated death.
Usually even for a tenth study of the area at least someone, but I met me.
Here is silence.
Emptiness.
Like this whole world.
Like all me?
Standing in front of the haze, I once again remembered the letter of the respected e.P. his beloved, where he said that a mixture awaits me from my main desire, the most unwanted fear and, possibly, a very real danger that I will not see at any time, as long as the steel spike of betrayal (interesting what he had in mind?) the heart will not pierce.
That is, I will see … what I want? What I’m afraid? And the spike of betrayal – whether he was in my life?
After standing for a dozen minutes, I smiled lightly and, https://casinodays.uk/ stepping forward, completely provided my body with the gentle hands of the ice wall of gray darkness, closing my eyes to watery.
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As soon as my legs were on solid ground, I sharply opened my eyes, threw my small hike bag and quickly grabbed my sword from the sword, being ready to reflect any blow to me who would dare to pounce on me.
It turned out that for the next seconds I could relax.
It was a room.
My room.
The one where my wife and I lived in recent years, until I went into an endless search, it is not known what. Here, in the world of gray walls and never dying skeletons.
Here is the same bed. Table. This is a window that gave me light. Everything costs exactly the same as then, many years ago.
And she stands by the window located on the left hand of me today. In the same pose, covering with one hand watery eyes.
My last memory of her when I looked into her eyes on the other side of the window, there was a vision that someone pushed her slightly. She swayed, but resisted, without changing the position of the hands and state of the soul. Nothing scared her – she just burned from the fact that I was leaving.
She wanted to be happy.
I wanted more.
“You returned,” she turned around.
But it was not my room.
There was no light.
The corners seemed to exude the darkness outside.
And her image … her image ..
– I’m sorry. I let you down.
My body suddenly left all my strength. All the aggression that I warmed up in myself all the way here, evaporated.
I am drooping.
The noisy ringing of swords that fell from the hands of the swords seemed to summarize this phrase.
– You promised to write. You promised not to disappear. You promised not to get lost. Where, in your opinion, you returned if you have not kept any promise?
Intonationally her voice was rapidly falling down, then ascended upstairs. There was a feeling that a drunken violinist wanted to fulfill his best melody, but his hands treacherously did not obey him, doing not what his head wanted.
It sounded unnatural.
Unpleasant.
I suddenly became cold.
– I … I … I wrote to you. I wrote to you. I pulled out the sheets from my diary, I am turning … turned them into three parts … I sent them to hell … hell … once-z-zve you did not receive.
The space around me was spinning. It was approaching and moving away. Pulsed. Lost form.
Where did I return if I did not hold back any of my promises?
-My diary … my diary … I will show you a draft of the last letter … I wanted to write like a mod … as best as possible … wrote-l, sent … Wil … He was left alone, draft … now … now … now … now … now … now ..
Based on the wall, I picked up a hiking bag and took out my small diary.
-Here, here …
A broken voice.
Already kneeling, I started reading:
“With great pleasure, my dear e., I inform you that my campaign will end soon, and I will return home. You are waiting for me? You get my letters? And I will tear this piece for you, and I will send this letter to our beautiful house, so that you quickly learn everything about my life in another, alien to me to the country. Everything will be fine with us, I got to my goal. I have a little more left. «
Eyes were scolded again.
I couldn’t read further.
Someone squeezed my throat tightly.
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– Irozaro.
-Ch-h, what?
– Repeat our name: Irozaro.
-I-and … Irozaro.
The iron grip weakened.
It became easier to breathe.
– You saw shadows. There were many of them. Why did you come to bother us?
It was a steel voice. Ground. Solid. A little dope.
I was silent.
– Why did you come here again?
– Once there was little?
– We can kill you again.
– And kill.
– We are a lot.
– And you – not a single.
There are already many votes.
Steel voices.
Sounded.
From all sides.
In my head.
Reflected in an echo.
Vibrated.
Rang.
My nerves were at the limit.
An excess of the allowant to get to me oxygen clouded consciousness.
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– You wanted to kill us.
– You wanted to kill us.
– For what?
– Your goal?
– Your promises?
– Your ambitions of a warrior?
– Researcher?
– We are dark souls.
– And you are not a soul at all.
– You are soulless.
– For a long time.
– No need to come here.
– No need to come here.
– No need to try.
– Come here.
– Again.
– Goodbye.
– A limp chick.
– We beat you again.
– In your monastery.
– In your monastery.
– And you will come again.
– Again.
– To the monastery.
– To the monastery.
– And we will repeat.
– Let’s repeat!
– Goodbye.
-Hehe.
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I opened my eyes quickly.
My wife stands by the window. Looks out into the street. One hand in a face tries to cover the dripping tears of her bright soul.
I stand behind her, practically not remembering this meeting with … with … with?
A dagger sparkled in his right hand.
I could hear her breath.
I heard him.
I look where she and.
On the other side of the window was me.
I looked at my wife. View before leaving for many years. For something.
The last look?
I, standing on the street, smiled, then slightly looked down and, sharply lifting my head, with a sharp, characteristic movement, ran two fingers over his throat.
– Irozaro.
After a moment, the steel dagger cooled the hot heart of my beloved.
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In the center of the room I sat at the table, at which we usually had a meal with the chosen one of fate.
Dark corners conveyed their condition to the whole environment.
Around there was practically nothing visible.
My dark soul was clean and calm.
On the table, someone left a lit candle and ink with a pen.
I saw my small hiking bag on the table.
I took out a diary.
Opened the last entry.
And he finished the unfinished.
«… perhaps the last fight remained. And he, like the previous hundreds, will end extremely quickly for those creatures that dare to stand on my holy path. I promise you. With love, your e.P. Everything will be fine. Nothing changes.»
