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Legends of the Primal Empire - 2

Chapter 1. Beginning of the end.

Never ask for anything!

Never and nothing, and especially for those who are stronger than you.

They will offer and give everything themselves!

Mikhail Bulgakov "The Master and Margarita"

The weather was terrible! Rain lashed against the windows, and in the semi-darkness outside the window from time to time lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.

The princess, contrary to the murky habit, was now very beautiful.

I sat in front of the mirror and watched with vacant eyes as my first lady, Lady Mariolle, turned the girl Alya into Princess Alexandra vir Tolliman.

Still, such an event as a full meeting of the Council of Guardians is worth visiting in all its splendor. Especially considering the reason why such remarkable personalities from all sides are going to at full strength. All eight pieces available! What an honor...

In addition to these remarkable individuals from all sides, today in the palace Hall of the Elements, my crowned father will also be present, whom, unfortunately, we could not get around the good news that his illegitimate daughter is ready for the "dance with the elements."

As soon as the Clans learn that the bastard princess will soon become the Heir, the game will be released on new level. Unless, of course, I pass all the tests, and gain the strength of a full-fledged Guide.

Oh... How complicated it all is. Where is my quiet village life? So sometimes it's missing...

In addition to intense studies and games with the Clans, there is also complete discord in his personal life. If, of course, what is available can be called that ...

There is a red-haired childhood friend who, having reappeared on the horizon, has taken an important place in my heart. However, he never really left. Eugran the Flaming, heir to the Scarlet Clan and head of their security force. Ryzh.

And the two-faced snow blond who powdered my brains with his masks for two months! And I was tormented by my alleged promiscuity! That I and the deputy head of the Imperial Security Council Lord Horus and Guardian Lirwein like it!

However, while my moral character is in no hurry to take off ... Before, I liked three, now it turned out that there are still two of them. This trend cannot be expected to continue. And, perhaps, fortunately. Because both Evgran and Lir-Khor are worthy men.

Lear pierced his masquerade completely by accident, because he did not expect that respectable princesses would crawl through the bedrooms of their own mentors at the midnight hour. However, this time the mentor did not behave exemplarily, so I have nothing to show him. And then you have to raise the topic of intemperance of some in the desires of a certain kind.

I smiled wickedly and, catching Mariolle's questioning look, answered:

Yes, I rejoice at the consciousness of our waterman-submariner.

The friend shook her head and said in concern:

Of course, I am not against the moral triumph over the "enemy", but don't you think that this is not what we need to think about now?

Yes, I immediately chuckled. - Advice. I wonder when there will be "dances with the elements" themselves? And what does it look like technically?

As I understand it, it’s more like thinking out loud, - Marie smiled, pinned the last “invisible” to her hair and stepped aside. - Well, here ... you're ready.

I sighed and rose from my chair. She straightened up and looked at the girl in the reflection. It's funny... Just three months ago, I also stood in front of the mirror at our estate and was very worried about meeting the Guardian.

Beginning of the End

The weather was terrible! Rain lashed against the windows, and in the semi-darkness outside the window from time to time lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The princess, contrary to her custom, was now very beautiful.

I sat in front of the mirror and watched with vacant eyes as my first lady, Lady Mariolle, turned the girl Alya into Princess Alexandra vir Tolliman. Still, such an event as the gathering of the Council of Guardians is worth visiting in all its splendor. Especially considering the reason why such remarkable personalities from all sides meet in full force. All eight pieces available! What an honor...

In addition to them, my crowned father will also be present today in the Palace Hall of the Elements, whom, unfortunately, we could not bypass with the good news that his illegitimate daughter is ready for the “dance with the elements”.

As soon as the Clans learn that the bastard princess will soon become the heir, the game will reach a new level. Unless, of course, I pass all the tests and gain the power of a full-fledged Guide.

Oh ... How difficult it is. Where is my quiet village life? So sometimes it is not enough ...

In addition to intense study and games with the Clans, there is also a complete discord in his personal life. Unless, of course, what is available can be called that ... There is a red-haired childhood friend who, having reappeared on the horizon, has taken an important place in my heart. However, he never left it. Eugran the Flaming, heir to the Scarlet Clan and head of their security force. Ryzh.

And the two-faced snow blond who powdered my brains with his masks for two months! And I was tormented by my alleged licentiousness, that I liked both the deputy head of the imperial security service, Lord Horus, and the Guardian Lirvain!

However, while my moral character is not in a hurry to “take off” ... Before, I liked three, now it turned out that there are still two. This trend cannot be expected to continue. And, perhaps, fortunately. Because both Evgran and Lir-Khor are worthy men.

Lear pierced completely by accident, because he did not expect that respectable princesses would begin to crawl through the bedrooms of their tutors at the midnight hour. However, the mentor this time did not behave exemplarily, so I have nothing to show him. And then you have to raise the topic of intemperance of some in the desires of a certain kind.

I smiled nastily and, catching Mariolle's questioning glance, explained:

Yes, I rejoice at the consciousness of our waterman-Submariner.

The friend shook her head and said in concern:

Of course, I am not against the moral triumph over the "enemy", but don't you think that this is not what we need to think about now?

Yes, I immediately chuckled. - Advice. I wonder when the "dancing with the elements" will begin? And what does it look like technically?

As I understand it, it’s more like thinking aloud, - Marie smiled, put the last invisibility in her hair and stepped aside. - Well... you're ready.

I sighed and rose from my chair, straightened up and looked at the girl in the reflection. It's funny... Just three months ago, I also stood in front of the mirror at our estate and was very worried before meeting the Guardian. I didn’t know why he had come, and assumed, as I thought then, the worst: that they decided to marry me anyway. The truth turned out to be much more interesting than the wildest guesses. The girl Alya was taken away to make her the Empress.

I smiled boldly at Alexandra vir Tolliman. She smiled back at me, straightened her ivory dress, and lifted her chin proudly. The Guardians have not received the Empress yet. But the princess - well.

Walking through the echoing, deserted corridors of the Golden Palace, I remembered how I first appeared here. Just two months ago, the desperately cowardly bastard princess was walking down this path in the same way. But then she was possessed by completely different emotions. And they looked at her differently. Before - with hidden disdain, but now curiosity and interest are increasingly appearing in the views of court predators.

Already on the way to the Hall of the Elements, where the Council of Guardians was waiting for me, I threw a random glance into one of the side corridors. She met her gaze with malachite-colored eyes. The red-haired man bowed briefly, I answered with a slight nod and clenched my fingers to keep them from trembling. However, the presence of the "red sun", as always, gave me strength, and after a few seconds I calmly entered the hall and there was not the slightest sign of recent nervousness on my face.

I greet you, gentlemen, - nodded to the Guardians sitting at the round table.

Good evening, lady,” a faceless voice whispered, and one of the figures wrapped in a gray robe stood up from the table.

Judging by the bright mask, on which the bizarre feathers of an unknown bird were painted, it was the Keeper of Dreams, aka Midyar Le-Kinaro, head of the Illusions Department of the Department of Settlers and, probably, the only one among the Guardians to whom I had the warmest feelings. Although the oldest of all the incarnations of the elements and thoughtful no less than his toothy blond security colleague. Lyra Hora, yeah...

While I was looking at Artisan with a smile, the rest of the Guardians also stood up to greet the princess. She glanced at the frozen gray figures. At least somehow they could be recognized only by multi-colored masks. She mechanically picked out the blue pattern on Vodnik's mask with her eyes and with difficulty restrained herself from blushing. Lirwain...

Let me introduce myself. Three figures stepped forward. First, a man with a red snake on his mask bowed. - Keeper of Fire.

Guardian of the Earth, - a man in an overlay with a green pattern bowed.

Keeper of the Wind, - finished the last one.

Yeah. As far as I know, they won't take off their masks. Tradition? I briefly touched my cheek and looked inquiringly at Lirvain. He nodded, confirming my findings. OK…

I was escorted to a chair and gallantly helped to sit down. She waited until the Guardians took their places, and with all her appearance she portrayed her readiness to listen. They looked at each other and looked at each other at the man in the white lining with metal inserts. Asgard. Guardian of Steel. brain and common sense company, which for this very reason is always "extreme".

I think the reasons for our meeting are known to all present, and therefore it makes no sense to announce them again, - the Gunsmith began quietly. - Lady, your "dance" in a month.

Where? - she smiled serenely, squeezing her cold fingers under the table and only by this betraying her excitement.

Temple of the Elements, - Rowena's voice sounded melodiously. Light straightened the hood of her robe and continued: - By the way, "dance" is more of a general expression. It's just that the first Emperor was dancing. But the tests are always different. So don't relax, Alexandra.

Wow! Even fairy Ro, adhering to officialdom, addresses me exclusively as “you” and calls me by my full name. And I didn't want to relax. In the end, more than once they warned that the test could be my first and last. If I can stand it, I will be the heiress, and then the Empress. If not... then no.

But I made up my mind. Papa offered a choice. The first reaction was: “Come on with such alternatives!” Moreover, I expressed all this at the very first audience and I do not regret what I did.

We would also like to discuss with you…

What exactly Asgard wanted to discuss with me, I did not find out. Because there was a sharp knock, the doors swung open - and, without waiting for permission, Keiran the Flickering from the White Clan appeared on the threshold. My father's adviser. I wonder what Korshun needed here?

The man froze for a second, then adjusted his glasses, shifted his invariable folder more comfortably and walked into the Council Chamber.

Good evening, Flickering One, came Lirvain's cold voice. - What do you owe?

Greetings to the Council of Guardians, the newcomer bowed his head. “Today I represent the Emperor here. For health reasons, he is unable to attend.

I don't want to be rude," the Keeper of Water said softly, "but this is the Council of Guardians. And your presence is unwelcome, lord.

I don’t want to seem intrusive,” Keiran almost repeated Vodnik’s phrase, smiled and once again adjusted his already perfectly fitting glasses, “but the Emperor has the right to be at the Council. And today I represent his interests ... and powers. - The brunet raised his right hand, allowing the imperial signet to shine in the light, and continued: - I hope now the gentlemen have nothing against it?

Apparently, there was nothing to object to the gentlemen.

I watched with curiosity how the sly Bely politely-politely refuses the forcedly expressed by Ace proposal to sit down at the table and settles in an armchair by the window. For a moment, our eyes met, and, as in the first meeting, I was struck by the cold expression of his amber-brown eyes. True, the eyes behind the glasses barely perceptibly flashed irony, but in the next moment there was no trace of it left. I even wondered if it wasn't. After all, glass distorts so often ...

You go on, go on, ”Kite said vividly. - I won't bother you.

She barely kept herself from shaking her head. Admiringly? Judgment? Not yet decided. On the one hand, the arrogance of this gray eminence of the capital can be bowed to, on the other ... the type is on your mind. To the smallest step and a shade of emotion in your voice. No, it's not for nothing that he behaves this way.

Alexandra Cherchen

different fates we are chosen

Beginning of the End

As soon as the Clans learn that the bastard princess will soon become the heir, the game will reach a new level. Unless, of course, I pass all the tests and gain the power of a full-fledged Guide.

Oh ... How difficult it is. Where is my quiet village life? So sometimes it is not enough ...

I smiled nastily and, catching Mariolle's questioning glance, explained:

- Yes, I rejoice at the consciousness of our waterman-submariner.

The friend shook her head and said in concern:

- Of course, I am not against the moral triumph over the "enemy", but don't you think that this is not what you need to think about now?

"Yes," I immediately mumbled. - Advice. I wonder when the "dancing with the elements" will begin? And what does it look like technically?

“As I understand it, it’s more like thinking aloud,” Marie smiled, put the last invisibility in her hair and stepped aside. – Nu here is … you ready.

I smiled boldly at Alexandra vir Tolliman. She smiled back at me, straightened her ivory dress, and lifted her chin proudly. The Guardians have not received the Empress yet. But the princess is fine.

Walking through the echoing, deserted corridors of the Golden Palace, I remembered how I first appeared here. Just two months ago, the desperately cowardly bastard princess was walking down this path in the same way. But then she was possessed by completely different emotions. And they looked at her differently. Previously, with hidden disdain, now curiosity and interest are increasingly appearing in the views of court predators.

“Greetings, gentlemen,” she nodded to the Guardians sitting at the round table.

“Good evening, lady,” a faceless voice whispered, and one of the gray-robed figures stood up from behind the table.

- Let me introduce myself. Three figures stepped forward. First, a man with a red snake on his mask bowed. - Keeper of Fire.

“Keeper of the Earth,” the man in the green-patterned overlay bowed.

“Keeper of the Wind,” finished the last one.

Yeah. As far as I know, they won't take off their masks. Tradition? I briefly touched my cheek and looked inquiringly at Lirvain. He nodded, confirming my findings. OK…

I was escorted to a chair and gallantly helped to sit down. She waited until the Guardians took their places, and with all her appearance she portrayed her readiness to listen. They looked at each other and looked at each other at the man in the white lining with metal inserts. Asgard. Guardian of Steel. The brain and common sense of the company, which for this very reason is always "extreme".

“I think the reasons for our meeting are known to all present, and therefore it makes no sense to announce them again,” the Gunsmith began quietly. – Lady, your “dance” is in a month.

- Where? - she smiled serenely, squeezing her cold fingers under the table and only by this betraying her excitement.

“Temple of the Elements,” Rowena's voice sounded melodiously. Light adjusted the hood of her robe and continued, “By the way, ‘dance’ is more of a general expression. It's just that the first Emperor was dancing. But the tests are always different. So don't relax, Alexandra.

But I made up my mind. Papa offered a choice. The first reaction was: “Come on with such alternatives!” Moreover, I expressed all this at the very first audience and I do not regret what I did.

We would also like to discuss with you...