Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Morning hasn’t even come yet, and the people waiting for the cart have already left for the exit from the city. She was with them. Everyone was given rations on the road, each took as much money as one could. The cart, which was hauled by two horned oxen, soon came up and, unloading the provisions for the city, three young men who were unlikely to have reached adulthood, a man of 50 years and a girl-elf, climbed into it.
They will visit several towns and other carts with new soldiers should join them. The way lay to the gathering place of recruits. There they will have to be divided into units and trained.
Siala never left her hometown. Forests, fields, wild rivers - all this she had seen for the first time. The pals chatted cheerfully, they courageously discussed how cool they would be managed by swords and bows. The man was silent, occasionally lighting his cigarettes. And the girl couldn’t take her eyes off the surrounding area. They already drove away quite far from their city. It was as if there was no autumn. Green grass and bright sun whispered about summer. Only a slight cold breeze reminded of the approaching winter. Siala periodically closed her light gray eyes and substituted a face for the sun. Perhaps these are the last pleasant memories before the impending storm.
Towards evening they drove into the city, which is slightly south of Pyrstat. It was called Interstate. And the girl immediately drew attention to the number of elves. There were much more. As it later turned out, this city became a gathering place for recruits from all over the south. Here they were taken away by large wagons and taken to the recruits camps to the north.
Elves of the south. The girl's heart quivered. What they are, how they live, why they are going to fight. Looking around and thinking about her, the girl wandered through the crowd of scurrying recruits to the place of lodging. And she accidentally bumped her shoulder with a girl. Turning around, Siala saw huge ugly brown eyes with elfies with chestnut hair. At sunset, her hair was glowing red, reminding Sialle of fire - the only magic she could create.
"You are so white."
"What?" Siala asked in surprise.
"I say you are white," repeated the elf. "The hair is very light, the eyes are light and even the skin is very light. Like a ghost. You scared me."
"I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to."
"Where are you from?"
"From Pyrstat."
"I didn’t think the elves live there," the brown-eyed was even more surprised. "Because you are white, it is almost always rainy there."
"May be."
"You look depressed somehow. I'm Marana. I’m from ... in general from a small village, you hardly know this. From the South Shore."
"And I'm Siala."
"Very nice," a new friend smiled. "What party do you want to join?"
"Healers, I hope."
"Wow! I too! That's the meeting! There aren’t that many of us mages, right? Would you like to have dinner with me? And then the girls didn’t go very much to the war, and the guys and strive to approach a lonely elf."
The girl was cute indeed. Thin features, long black eyelashes, beautiful brown hair were neatly stabbed from behind, a small strand hung over the edge of her face. Smile full of friendliness. If she smiles in this way always she has to have a lot of friends.
"Good," Siala said.
"Excellent!" almost yelped the brown-haired girl.
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