Сломанные крылья Серебра / The Broken Wings of Silver: 3

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Such a pity that sunset is coming soon. At night, I was still afraid to walk in the astral plane, remembering that night is the time of dark forces, as was commonly believed on Earth. Of course, it’s okay if I take a break. Tomorrow I only have to sign a couple of papers. Then I’m free, there will be more time for my research, but I really wanted to continue right now. Still, caution won out. But before I stepped towards the bed, I felt a stream of attention. Well, or someone’s gaze. I slowly turned around, noticing out of the corner of my eye that my aura was rapidly turning yellow.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 10:00

And it had reason to turn yellow...

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 10:16

Behind the door, through which I could see, albeit poorly, unlike the walls, someone was standing. And not in the Physical world, but in the Astral! And the most unpleasant thing was that I felt this someone was watching me. Something, visible to me as a blurry spot of indefinite shape, caught my attention and stepped right through the closed door.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 10:25

And so my illusions about the safety of my home have collapsed...

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 12:42

Having stepped over the barrier in the physical world, the visitor immediately ceased to be perceived by me as a spot. Almost at the very threshold, something strange froze. A sort of hairy bun, the size and shape of a basketball, with small ball-like legs and the same awkward arms. Thick wool made of threads covered him or her from head to toe. And if it weren’t for the three eyes carefully examining me, the visitor could have been mistaken for a plush toy-smesharik that had come to life.
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Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 12:43

Unlike me, the guest was almost monochromatic - green, if you don't count the many spots of putrid brown color of something similar to lichen, scattered all over his "body". And his gaze was, that's for sure, not at all toy-like. Such a heavy gaze that literally pressed me to the floor, not giving me a chance to escape into the body lying on the sofa, just two steps away from me.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 12:46

I quite over-experimented...

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:25

He played the staring contest for about five minutes. I would have been glad to stop it, but I can't. The gaze of the "smesharik" was pressing like a multi-ton slab. So I look at him and think. Why did I check every night whether someone was sitting on me or not? Well, if I saw someone on me, so what? What can I do? I dealt with the slime, I remember, my hands turned bloody purple then, but how can I achieve the same effect now? I should have done it right away, and not wasted time the way I did! I feel like a bug that was taken, strung on a pin, and pinned to the wall. And I can't take my eyes off him. Is this hypnosis? Or is it magic?

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 12:48

The difference between the astral body and the physical one is that emotions are much easier to control. After all, if we get scared, the body immediately pumps adrenaline into the blood, gets angry, and there is a surge of testosterone and so on. That is, the body itself supports the emotion that was once launched. And the spirit has no glands or secretions, so it calms down quite quickly. Maybe they won't eat me, especially since the guest doesn't give off any thirst or hunger, but the threat from him is felt and is serious.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 12:51

But what if he attacks? I tried to move at least a finger - it didn't work. But blue began to dominate my colors again. And as it happened, the visitor swayed his whole body forward and stepped towards me. And he walks strangely, waddling, his very short legs make themselves known. Coming closer to me, closer than a meter, the guest froze again. Yes, why is he looking at me like that, as if it were me, and not him, some unknown animal!

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 12:52

Seeing that I was starting to turn purple, the visitor frowned, which would have looked funny if it weren't for that look. So, how should I behave? One thing is clear: I shouldn't get angry. It's fraught with trouble. But how annoying, I was pinned to the floor by a creature shorter than my knee. And comparisons with Master Yoda didn't calm me down at all, this ball of fur didn't look like a Jedi mentor, not at all.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 12:53

"Kavelli..." The whisper of this strange creature reached me.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:08

So-o-o-o! Does it even talk?

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 12:53

"Bad..." The Smesharik's gaze crushed me even more. And it was also clearly felt that the creature was VERY unhappy. "Kavalli... A long time ago... So long ago..." Saying this, he walked around my spirit, spread out on the floor, and again froze a step away from my face. "Your time is up... Not right... You're superfluous... Bad... Why here..." And there was so much resentment in this "why" that it seemed the furry one would now burst into tears of pity. From pity for himself, and it was strange that he should feel sorry for himself. I am the one who should be crying. I can't even move! "E-m-p-t-y-y-y-y... It's e-m-p-t-y-y-y-y here! Go away..." And looking into my eyes with some kind of plaintive intonation, he continued. "Go away, please-e-e-e-e... Go-e-e-e..."

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:11

Eh?! How will I leave? Where will I go? I tried to say something in response, but I couldn’t. The same look was in the way.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 12:54

"Can't? Kavelli... Guest?" He literally sniffed me, and then howled pitifully. "Not a guest!!! Not a guest!"

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:12

He repeated this for about ten minutes: “not a guest!” and walked in circles around my apartment, as if thinking about something very unpleasant for him.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:08

"Go away..." Asking? "Pleeeease..."

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 12:55

A strange conversation, he expects answers from me, but he himself presses so hard that I can't say a thing! Or does he not understand this?

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 12:55

"No? I can't escape..." I could literally feel his doom physically now. Just let me go, I'll run away to the ends of the earth! And he kept echoing. "I can't escape..." And suddenly, without transition, he started running along the walls and ceiling, and despite his ridiculous legs, he started running quite briskly, muttering. "I want to live... I want to live... I'll die... It's bad... I want to live... It's bad... Why me?.. Why me?.. Why me?.."

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:23

And suddenly he stopped, froze, and ran up to me, asking with longing.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 12:55

"Live? You want to live?"

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:05

A stupid question! Of course I want to! But how can I tell him this? But apparently he understood everything without words. He began to fuss and say:

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:05

"Maybe it will work... Maybe it will work..." The spherical spirit began to outline the perimeter of the room with its paw, and leave traces of its paws on the walls, floor, and ceiling, and there was some kind of pattern in this, but I couldn’t grasp its meaning.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:13

Having completed his ritual, he again froze next to me.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 12:56

"Don't go... Don't go any further..." A small paw circled the room. "Don't go LIKE THAT... Otherwise we'll die... You'll die... I'll die... We'll die..."

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:07

He stared at me for about three minutes, then sighed so heavily that I felt like pitying him. He sighed, turned around, and walked out of the room, leaving me alone. The last thing I heard was a howl:

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:04

"I'm so unlucky-y-y-y-y!!!" And something that sounded like crying.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:07

And then, the pressure of someone else's gaze passed, and I immediately rushed to my body. Merging! Well, finally! I was shivering and again terribly hungry. That night, I couldn't fall asleep; no auto-training techniques helped me with this. Still, the otherworldly is frightening, it is too unusual.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:04

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Shikuno, Ristol City - A creature that has forgotten its Name, a former guardian of the gates, a former keeper of the hearth, a former spirit of the place, now just a brownie.
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Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 12:58

Huddled in the farthest corner of the basement of a multi-story building, Green cried quietly and mournfully. He was not completely rational, so it was hard for him to think; instead, he pitied himself. Self-pity overwhelmed him, flowed thickly along the threads of his spirit. He had lived a long time, a very long time, he did not remember how long. But despite this, he did not want to die, because the longer you live, the less you want to die. Sometimes, through his crying, sobbing words of regret broke through.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:14

"This is punishment... I have violated the Destiny... This is punishment... But why me, why not others?"

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:06

What bothered him most was that this had happened in his house, not in the house of his neighbor, who kept the house next door. When the world was different, when he was young and the energy flowed in him, everything was simple. For him, everything was simple. Just keep the house and those who live in it - fulfill your destiny. But then, then, something happened and everything changed. In order to survive, he, like other similar creatures, had to rob the living, steal their dreams, otherwise, he would not survive. Since then, these putrefactive spots began to appear on his once luxurious skin, which hurt and constantly itched. But if he had not stolen dreams, he would have died of hunger and would not have been able to fulfill his destiny. Of two evils, he, like others who are now called brownies, chose the lesser. But you have to pay for everything, and now his time has come. You can't escape fate, it always comes for its own.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:15

But why did the Kavelli appear in his house? There are thousands of houses in the city, and only nine Greens. Why did the Mediator move into his house?! Why did he suffer such misfortune?!

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:16

Kavelli, they were needed when the world was so young that there were not even gods, but only spirits. Their time has long passed; the world does not need them. They are not needed, but in one of the apartments of the house that he must protect, there lives a Kavelli. The one who is a tasty prey and the one who can only talk, but does not have the strength to fight back. For the essence of a Kavelli is not in the Force, but in the ability to see both worlds, to see and speak in both, a rare, but such a dangerous and unnecessary Gift in these times.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:18

But who will talk to the human spirit now? One does not talk to food, and the "naked" spirit is an incredible "delicacy" for those who live outside. The world has changed, the time of such as he has passed.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:22

Green cried, cried because he knew that if the Kavelli were eaten in his house, the brownie would cease to exist. Destiny would not forgive such a keeper. And the fact that the Mistress, should she find out about the Kavelli, would come for him, even the small mind of the one who had long forgotten his Name was enough to guess this. And he was too weak to resist Silver, weak and would not protect the tenant, which meant he would die. Just as this Kavelli would die, damn him.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:20

"Well, why did I have to go through all this?!!" The shaggy, astral being cried quietly, huddled in the very corner of the building he was supposed to protect.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:21

And only one thought consoled him a little, the thought that this new tenant would die outside the walls of his house...

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:20

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Shikuno, Ristol City - Dan Lier, the human being.
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Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 12:57

As often happens in Ristol, a drizzle was falling from the sky. I put my face under the small drops of water falling from the sky. I stood there for about ten minutes, not paying attention to the surprised looks of the rare passers-by. Gradually, the tension of the night began to leave me, as if the rain was washing away everything bad.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:27

What thoughts didn't come into my head that night! One more nightmarish than the other. Who is this guest? Why did he react to me in this way? He clearly didn't like me. Rather, he was even scared. But nevertheless, he tried to help? Strange. But the fact that I wasn't eaten is already a plus. I'm alive, which means everything is not so bad.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:28

Without opening my umbrella, I walked along the city sidewalks towards the regional Education Department. Of course, I could have taken a tram, but the rain really did cool my head, returning clarity of thought. The astral world, I know nothing about it. And this is the main problem. Why did the "smesharik" with the heavy look dislike me so much? Why did he ask me to leave, and what does this "leave" mean in his understanding? What a pity that I could not talk to him, crushed by his gaze. So many questions that have no answers.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:29

The Green shaggy one was obviously afraid for himself; my presence had somehow frightened him, and frightened him greatly. //"We will die, I will die, you will die." I must say that was not an ambiguous message. And what did he call me - "kavelly"? What did he mean? Dan's memory did not store such a word. And why am I alive if I am dangerous for him, because I clearly felt that it would not have been the slightest effort for him to kill me, I was completely defenseless in front of him! But he did not kill me...

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:33

It is so complicated! And what does "Go away, it's empty here" mean? What does "empty" mean, and why should it make me leave? Stop, not me, but Kavali, what was "empty" here should have driven away. I looked longingly at the tram passing by, how good it was for the people in it, they were busy with such ordinary, everyday concerns.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 20:30

The rain intensified, I opened my umbrella, and hurried to get to the building I needed.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:33

Since I had all the documents ready, all that was left was to certify them at the last resort, it didn't take much time. Which is actually a bit surprising. Because in this world, as in mine, there is a ton of bureaucracy, and for every little thing you need a corresponding piece of paper. For example, my transfer to a local school. For it, I had to issue more than fifty different certificates. But unlike on Earth, here the bureaucratic machine worked like a well-oiled mechanism, which led to the fact that there were almost no lines in front of officials' offices, and all permits were processed very quickly. For the first time, I thought about the fact that bureaucracy and officials are not a "necessary evil" at all. The locals, of course, grumble and swear, but they simply have nothing to compare it with.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 20:33

Before heading to school, I made a small detour and went into a bookstore. I was haunted by this word - "kavelli". Having pressed on the pity of the saleswoman a little: "Oh, I'm a poor schoolboy, I just want to look, if possible, no one will notice...", and they let me leaf through the books for a while. I couldn't find anything similar to "kavelli" in the dictionaries and encyclopedia. Maybe I heard it wrong, or this word has been forgotten, or is it from some dead language? So far, one thing is clear. Those who live in the astral plane are not the first to encounter people who are able to leave their physical bodies with their spirits.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 20:36

Having thanked the kind saleswoman, I left the store deep in thought.

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 13:34

What kind of unknown animal am I, which is not mentioned even in the complete encyclopedia? And does this word mean "occupied someone else's body"? How many questions are spinning in my head...

Camrad_RIP 19.05.25 в 20:36