This is the beginning of one of the many incomplete books of the novels. The first chapter is presented here, very modified, but, according to the semantic plot, practically copying one of the fantasies of books. Who can guess which one, plusik in the rating)
The door opened a little and she fluttered into the room. She moved silently, almost like a ghost, or an angel. The touch of her bare feet on the wooden floor was barely audible, but this was enough to wake up never deeply sleeping, an experienced warrior. He did not give a look that he woke up, and maybe he was still dozing, swaying in the wound of dreams.
-Wake up my hero,- her voice sounded like a paradise whisper.
The warrior heard her, but did not show that he woke up. He watched her through closed eyelids. He saw her, despite the fact that another could not. The girl slowly crouched on the edge of the bed, ran her hands over her hair. Hair smelled of wildflowers. Resolutely and impatiently leaned so that her papers touched his chest. Her lips gently fell to his cheeks, and the nails of the fingers tickled his chest. He could not endure such torture and answered her with a passionate kiss. After a few moments, they merged into one.
Where we are not.
It was evening. It was drizzled with fine rain and everything was gray around, regardless of what it was, an old dog rummaging in slopes or a clown from a mobile circus.
-Who is it?-
-Very similar to Metal-Casino.uk an assassin or a hunter for witches,- echoed the voice to the first.
-Maybe it’s someone’s bodyguard? You see his barely weaving horse? She was clearly galloped for a long time. And the bag on his belt is clearly full of money-
-You think he banged his owner Torgash and took the proceeds from that, and now he is in a hurry to merge everything into the city?-
-Who knows, but to stay better away from him-
The traveler slowly passed, without looking back at two strange entities near the dirty road that stared at him and whispered. He led his horse under the uzkets, she barely fingered his legs, actually like a traveler. Having gone another twenty meters, the traveler went to the entrance to a small village, located right at the main gate in Sheibikh, the trade capital of Ethermns. Behind the open wooden gates, there was a tavern "Old mare". The traveler sighed in relief, and with a confident step headed straight to her. Tied the horse at the entrance and entered.
It was quite empty inside. A small room, clearly dirty and with a lack of lighting. Rare visitors sat in their corners and no one was very noisy. After a few seconds, the standard smell of any village tavern, the smell of garlic, beer and fatty food hit the nose.
The innkeeper broke away from recalculating revenue from some client and looked up at the stranger. A stranger is still in a cloak, with streaming streams of water flowing from him, he stood right in front of the counter and did not look away from the innkeeper.
-What do you deign?-
-Beer,- the voice was very tough and the owner of the tavern did not like it at all.
The innkeeper, without answering, filled the old wooden mug, it is strange that he was not a holey and handed it to a stranger.
The stranger was clearly not old, but the milk on the lips was long dry. The hair was blond and fell to the shoulders, and there were several small and almost inconspicuous scars on the face, but clearly left by something sharp. Under the raincoat, a quilted leather sheepskin coat with a high collar and sewn pieces of chain mail. Such things were put on by those who were required to defend the mobility. When the stranger threw off the cloak, then behind him the innkeeper saw the hilt of the sword. There was nothing surprising in this. Times in Eternes were vague, and many people carried swords with them. True, rarely anyone hung them behind them, usually this place was left for a quiver or onion. A strange knife hung on the left thigh. The innkeeper once served in the Imperial Guard and was able to recognize a very skilled daga, rarely anyone used by a dagger. The dagger was made specifically for his left hand, he comfortably laid in his hand and defended it, covering the back of his hand with a massive guard. The blade was long, thin and very sharp. It was possible to cut the throat with such a dagger and pierce it almost through, without making any special efforts.
The stranger sipped a beer and slowly, as if savoring the taste, put a mug on the rack.
-I need a room for the night.-
-No, ”the innkeeper muttered under his nose, looking at the stranger’s cloak, which he, without ceremony, laid it right on the rack. -If you need to spend the night, go to the city, they will definitely not refuse you there, and here in the village there is also another tavern.-
-I want here, I will pay well.-
-I say there are no places!- The innkeeper tried to distinguish the bright accent of the stranger, but to no avail.
-You are sure that in another tavern they will not answer me the same way? You don’t want to leave a person in such weather on the street, ”the stranger looked at the innocent with an evil look.
-There are no seats, ”he said almost stuttering.
-Hey master!- A loud and drunken cry came from the nearest table. -That you ceremony with him? This is an aldgeret, a rat from the southern destiny, drive him to hell.-
Drunk verzil, broke from the table and approached a swinging gait to a stranger. He was followed by his two comrades. The Aldgeret looked at the innkeeper, but he turned away from him who loves the Aldgers? The stranger took a mug with beer and knocked on a little to the side.
A drunken regional taverns pushed him on him.
-Pay and get out of here!-
-Now I will drink.-
-You heard? He will finish it off, ”Verzila exploded with a drunken laughter that his comrades picked up and knocked out a mug with beer from the stranger with one blow.
-You hear, a shortcom, take out a wallet and get out of all alive,- the voice of the second, even larger Verzila came.
The first grabbed the altgart by the left shoulder and wanted to grab the right one, but the warrior suddenly cleverly turned out, and not thinking for a second, he planted Verzile with his jaw with his fist, on which there was a leather glove with shiny pointed spikes on the knuckles. The blow turned out to be such a power that Verzila immediately lost all his teeth from the impact and half of the cheek. Failed like a knocked cattle, fell to the floor. The comrades of the victim, seeing this, became furious and attacked on Aldarda, like bulls on a red rag. The sword flashed in a darkened tavern.
The innkeeper did not understand anything. He only realized the situation when the second tweeted leaning on the table and covering her face mutilated by his sword, he shouted something frantically. And the third brave fellow was lying on the floor, with a cut neck, almost chopped off his head, in his blood, under his feet by a stranger.
A belated female cry was heard, like the peals of thunder after lightning. Those who were in the tavern were thrown into the whole crowd to the street, trying not to stumble on the corpse of the rack and despite the warrior beer that is calm and pouring a new mug of beer. The innkeeper inhaled the air like a drowning drunkard. As a result, he climbed under the rack and decided to shut up.
Suddenly the guards burst into the tavern. There were six of them, at the head of the captain’s knight.
-Hey, you, well, throw the sword quickly, bandyuga!- He shouted, not having time to fly into the tavern.
-You don’t yell, captain. Lead me to the main inquisitor.-
-To the main inquisitor? Yes, I will give you up to the High Paladin for such a thing, he will cut off your head in an instant like you to this poor man. Sword to quit and dagger too!- The knight, menacingly, at the ready with a spear, came one step closer than a stranger. Two guards stood up at the black move with swords of Nais.
-I will give weapons if I talk with the main inquisitor of your city. He invited me for a business conversation. If you do not take me to him right now, I will have to leave myself.-
-And why don’t I cut you right here or give you a club on the head and hang you in front of the entrance to the city into the instruction of the same wise men, and?-
-Take me to the Inquisitor, if I tell the truth, he will thank you, and if I go, he will suck me, the Inquisition knows how to arrange terrible executions. “Well,” the captain’s voice was clearly trembling. He understood that a person with whom he was talking not a simple rowdy and a drunkard, who was lucky enough to kill one and cripple two verzil.
-Eh, I feel sorry for the beer.- The warrior took the last sip, put a mug and threw a couple of bronze coins on the rack.
A stranger from Aldard gave a weapon to the guards and went, for constantly looking at him, captain.