-What was he talking about? What salvation? — Angrily asked the Saint.
«It doesn’t matter!» I snapped firmly. Really, now is not the time! “It is important that you are not in danger in any case. It makes me happy. And yet, that you need to find an extinguished light bulb. That is a source that «died» and understand why. By the way, you might as well guess. This is not a super smart thing, but a well-known rule.
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I thought about it. How to search for a source? If we were dragged to such a distance, then the extinguished source is clearly somewhere not far away. But how to find it? I whispered the spell again. What if we follow the lines? Choose the most queer and follow the trail?
-Listen, witch.- The cat adjusted to my step. — You would take it easy with the Saint.
-What?! I glared at the cat indignantly. — Did a goat butt you?!
-What immediately a goat? — The cat soared. “I’m talking about Klaus and all that!!
-What about Klaus? — I was so indignant that the cat was threatened with more than one slap in the face.
— Oh, look! — He cheekily pushed me away and left the path. Moved the bushes.
Quite near, crouching on one side to a large stone, stood a small house. Or rather, a barn. Saint sniffed.
-Residential. But there is no one.
I went ahead. She peered into the broken-glass window. Dusty. But the furniture is intact. Bed, wardrobe, table and chairs. There must be a forester’s or hunter’s lodge. I pulled the door towards me. We entered the hut. The cat moved nonchalantly forward, but I grabbed him by the tail and dragged him over the threshold. The accommodation was magical. Outside, small. Look out the window — abandoned and dirty. In fact, spacious, clean and comfortable. Obviously residential.
-Is there anyone? I called, getting ready to defend myself.
Marvelous. There was a fire in the fireplace, and food was on the table. But no one responded. We walked around the whole house, which consisted of four rooms, and met again in the living room.
“Do you think the owners will be offended if I borrow something from them?” The Saint asked.
He came out to us already a man, in jeans, a thick sweater and a jacket with fur. On the feet shoes, as if in size. The clothes are simple, not magical. Sewn with ordinary threads, from ordinary fabric. Weird. Such a house is beyond the power of ordinary people. And magicians, if they live so far away, do not favor worldly clothes.
The cat didn’t go far. I tasted sour cream from a jar, drank some soup and wiped my mustache with a loaf of bread, went out onto the porch. We, too, were already leaving when his desperate cry rang out.
-Witch!!!
I looked around. A girl hurried up to us from the path. Beautiful, blond, with such huge eyes that I involuntarily envied her.
-Good afternoon! She said hello from afar, and her voice rang like a bell. She seemed to speak to all of us, but looked only at Svyat. Hm..
-Who are you? I interrupted not politely.
She stopped, lowered her head, as if ashamed. I just gritted my teeth, what an actress, damn it!
“I am a hybrid.” She explained loudly, and the image of a she-wolf appeared through her thin figure. Snow-white, beautiful, furious predator. And in a moment the young beauty smiled at us again.
So. wait. She is a werewolf, and the house is clearly a witch! But .. that is .. is she the daughter of a magician and a werewolf?!?! Well, or who is there from the ancestors who ?! Well, yes, that’s what she said… a hybrid. I was confused. And Saint, on the contrary, rejoiced at something. Walked around me and approached the beauty.
-And how are you… I mean, how old are you?!
Well, yes, the interest is understandable. It is believed that this is not possible at all. And if so, they don’t last long.
— A lot. — She burst out laughing. She walked around Svyato, climbed the stairs and opened the door. — Come on in.
— Well, we, in fact, already … — the cat mumbled, ashamed of the mess arranged on the table.
We were in the front again.
— Do you live here alone? — I have already dealt with unreasonable jealousy. She said she has more important things to do. So stay consistent, witch!
-Yes. For now, yes. The girl thought for a bit, and still decided to explain. “My parents went to the giants. And I can’t leave this place.
“As a hybrid, do you need a constant source of magic from outside?” I asked politely.
Yes, but lately something has gone wrong. I feel it less and less. Like it… ends? It happens? Or is there something wrong with me? House too. We had more rooms, but gradually the space is shrinking. Although I do everything as my mother ordered.
Of course. Such magic requires a lot of magic. And worse, it needs to be constantly fed. Matter resists, the house strives all the time to take on its true dimensions.
-You said your parents went to the giants? For help? — St. asked with participation.
Yes, they will be closer to the end of the week. — The girl hesitated, raised her angelic eyes full of tears to Svyat and said with trembling lips, — but I’m so scared alone!
I rolled my eyes, but immediately pulled myself back. Come on, Roxanne. You are a grown woman. And the girl is to be pitied.
-Show us the source. Maybe we can figure out what’s wrong. I asked as politely as possible. Somehow I did not want to admit that help from the giants is us. Or not?!
She nodded and hurried out of the house. The cat was the last to leave, then returned and grabbed a jar of sour cream. Glutton! On the other hand, you can envy. Nothing takes it! If only there was sour cream.
We turned behind the house, walked along a narrow path, and ended up at a stone. It was like I was engulfed in heat. A wave of goosebumps ran through my body. Saint even retreated. And the cat dropped a jar of sour cream. The girl smiled sweetly. The magic here was so strong that it would not have been difficult for me to turn the whole world upside down. I cast the usual spell and saw her. Magic. Whole fountain. It’s like a million ley lines are connected here in one big knot. And in the next moment, the sparkling ball faded, became almost transparent, and some of the veins emanating from it showered with blue crystals …
“Witch…” The cat called with tears in his voice. Think of something, honey!
I felt the warm hand of the Holy intercept my palm and squeeze it. Nothing. We’ll come up with something together. Everything will be fine. Maybe…
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