Unconquered Sun

by Philipp Bogachev

  The giant quietly and majestically put hands on a breast and is slowed a little down, stretching syllables, rumbled with a thunderous bass:

  - Prive-e-e-e-etstvuyu you, my small Wad Dra-u-u-ug, wizard Azail! Ra-a-a-a-ad you vi-and-and-and-idet …

  Azail flew up directly to the person of a giant - in comparison with it it was no more mosquito:

  - What here occurs, the Keeper? Why the mirror is broken? Who was here?

  - Well-at-at-at, ha-ha-ha! - the giant, and so burst out laughing that the wind which escaped from his lips nearly overturned Azaila on the earth, is ponya-I-I-I-I-yatno. Of razbi-and-and-and-and-l I - at whom else will drop down for Sze-e-e-erkalo for it forces?

  - Sh - sh - sh - sh - sh - t - about - about - au-au?! - Azail not by the voice shouted, having clutched hands at the head. - Yes as you dared to make it, a monster?! I created you these here hands (it shook in the face of the Keeper by palms), you have to serve only mne-e-e-e!!! Who wised up you on it, not my mad wife incidentally?

  - Yes - and-and … Byla-a-a-a my ona-a-a-a, ve - e - e - erno - about - au-au … - was also slowly and lingeringly said by a giant. - More precisely, all tri-i-i-i, da-a-a-a, tri-i-i-i …

  - And you listened to them???!!! Answer, immediately!

  - Aa-a-a-a-a ka-a-a-a-ak zhe-e-e-e-e … Ty-y-y-y now on storone-e-e-e-e tmy-y-y-y, zla-a-a-a, and Oni-i-i-i - slu-at-at-uzhitelnitsy Sozdatelya-ya-ya-ya!

  - Cave dev you loss! You, white cretin! - Azail raged, on his lips foam flakes seemed. - I am your creator, I! I! I made you of this whitish muck, I inhaled in you life, I gave you such strength that all horde of these tow-haired cheats will not be able to make to you anything, I for you the creator, I! I! I! I! I - and - and - and - and-and!!!! - hysterical Azail beat breast.

  But the Giant in reply only lingeringly burst out laughing and coughed so that a gale-force wind of Azail took down far back.

  - Do not rage, Azail, - the passionless voice from the Tower was distributed and at its top three fairies in purple clothes and with gold hoops the heads seemed. - Your power in the Astral is graduated, I hope, forever. Massacre which you made below was senseless and you are profaned by blood of the killed on your fault forever and damned. The keeper is not subject to you also all secrets of the Tower from the Ivory more - too.

  - - and - and - ak? - puzzly Azail exclaimed.

  - You had always a reputation Wise - guess itself, - with an easy jeer the Second of Three told. - And now come back to Tselestiya. We give you and all your gang of murderers and rebels term six months - on thoughts. If you reconcile and will plead guilty, we will accept you, even in spite of the fact that you mixed pink clouds with blood. Thank the Creator that we have a way to give you and to your accomplices an opportunity to improve, without resorting to physical destruction.

  - And what? - hardly constraining anger, Azail almost hissed, however, already knowing what answer will be.

  - Oblivion flowers. They will ship you in a deep sleep which will clear your memory of any filth what you got during this time. When your memory is cleared, We will personally take part in your re-education and we will help you who are not burdened by bad memoirs any more to become worthy members of new Community, - continued also quietly, majestically and absolutely passionlessly to speak the Second.

  - The father, we advise you to think over it. Not late to correct all! - at the same time, the voice in a voice, was told by the First and Third.

  The rumble of indignation and abuse gave a ride on ranks of Azail's supporters standing at some distance. And Azail in rage spat towards three purple fairies, but got directly to the person Velikanu. But that did not even take offense - wiped a spittle huge silvery ruchishchy and good-natured smiled.

  - Well-at-at-at-at, as ta-a-a-ak, mine ma - and - and - ale-e-e-nky Azai-i-i-il! Such u-u-u-umny, and vede-e-e-sh of, as ma - and - and - and - alchishka - and - and-and!

  - Fie on you, the mean traitor! - Azail bellowed, having spat him once again. - And you, my lovely Stellochka, I will answer here so - will not wait! - also shook at it the clenched fist. - I challenge you at all to a magic duel! And then we will look who is stronger or wiser! And I will not allow to do of me the fool at all! What do you think, I did not understand that to it all and went? Decided to make of me a sheep, a pet, huh?! That to own everything, to be most at the head of Community to take control of secrets of the Tower from the Ivory, isn't it?! To clean me completely, to turn into a live doll, to steal from me the most expensive - my knowledge, my thoughts, my inventions! Fie, fie, fie on you! - and Azail spat in their party three times, having again got to the good-natured, mild person Velikana.

  - It is a pity, we are sincerely sorry, - having deeply sighed, with notes of sincere grief in a voice the Second told - and in her eyes - already for the third time! - moisture flashed. - Also it is especially a pity to see how you degrade that is called not on days, and on hours … We already hardly recognize you, Azail. You became black, spiteful, blood-thirsty, you began to swear, be spat, behave absolutely improperly to the wise wizard …

  - … And I see that you became too haughty, and from your height you already remind nothing neither my beloved wife Stella, nor my daughters - Astra and Esther! - choking with hatred, Azail cried by the croaking voice. - You became similar to some three-headed monster from the Rocky Mountains! You any more not women, and heartless cold statues which do not need nothing, except the power! So choke with it to death! - And Azail let out from the hands a stream of a liquid flame directly in purple fairies, but they did not even stir. Velikan-Hranitel opened a mouth and drained in a fiery whirlwind in a chasm of its giant belly. The giant utrobno belched and smiled enough, rubbing a hand a voluminous stomach, and then k-a-a-ak blew in all power of the lungs at Azail that that departed away as the autumn leaf driven by wind.

  - We advise you to leave the Astral until the Keeper threw out you by force from here, - the Second raised the voice. - Also you remember - you have six months on thought. After that we will begin against you war - and mercy more to you will not be any more. You will be pulled out as weed plants from a bed!

  Still click, still …

  All space of the Bald mountain lit up with bright flashes. Explosions from which the stone melts fall overlappings of the giant palace from a white-silvery stone. The wood burns as dry chips. Melted off at the edges deep, in slightly human Rostov, funnels which pitted as pockmarks the mountain … And then - explosion, enormous on power. The most part of the palace scattered in ashes. When dust accumulated, the Fairy saw the pathetic ruins already familiar to it which became the sacred place for Night Hunters.

  Everywhere - heaps the spoiled blood-stained dead bodies and pieces of bodies roll, some - at all do not give in to an identification. As a rust, stones are covered with a clotted blood. The black smoke brings down clubs …

  - Proklyatye! Teacher! Our protective barrier did not sustain! We so weakened during this time! - cried Snow-white-white, rising from a funnel bottom where fell, rejected by a blast wave. Though "snow-white-white" the Fairy called it rather on a habit as the raincoat and his clothes were black from soot. His face was covered with blood, here and there on a body severe burns were seen. - Teacher! Azail! What is with you?

  Azail lay on the earth, his face was fatally pale, all right part of the head was in blood, from blood hair were wet. His right hand convulsively twitched. On a brush did not get two fingers.

  The roar of explosions was such that in ears there was a continuous ring. Snow-white White it was necessary to shout at full blast.

  - Wise Azail! Answer though something! - he shouted, shaking Azail for shoulders.

  - Do not shout, I hear everything, - quietly and in low tones Azail said, hardly opening eyes. - Where the others, report!

  - I do not know, your knowledge! While we held a board, all were in the lock, and then it failed and …

  Explosion roar, roar of the falling stone blocks. The set of small sharp stone splinters covered both.

 
- Communicate on thin communication … I have no forces any more … order to recede until we were surrounded … let make the way … confuse traces … small groups … in the Oversea country … there they will not be put yet … - the low voice of Azail blocked a rumble of one more explosion which burst absolutely near them.

  Snow-white-white touched the Analyzer stone on a forehead, and on its such concentrated, intense face it was visible that he transfers orders on telepathic communication. And then, having finished, clasped the become soft leader's body, shouldered it as the bag with vegetables, and dragged on itself to the next deep funnel into which dived.

  The funnel was so deep that from its bottom nothing was visible, except a small piece of the black night sky over the head. The bottom and its walls were slippery - fiery shells of fairies melted off a stone, turning it into glass.

  - And as they so quickly managed to take control of a secret of artificial drakony fire, known only to the Teacher, - discontentedly murmured Snow-white-white. - Damned tow-haired cheats! Pathetic mediocrities! Only are also able that to steal someone else's inventions! - also gritted teeth from disappointment.

  A little later in a funnel some more figures in the charred and burned raincoats whose color could not be defined went down.

  - Well as it? - asked one of them, approaching the lying Azail.

  - It is wounded, unless you do not see? Tore off fingers, in the head the splinter, a lot of blood lost, kickback was very strong … How there ours?

  - Break. Two big groups were gone east, three on the South, the others - on the North. All go on different trajectories, confuse traces as it is ordered.

  And really, the rumble of explosions slowly moved away from the Bald mountain.

  - Well and fine, so here will be quieter … - with relief exhaled Snow-white-white.

  - Not-e-et, - having gloomy grinned the young man with the flowed-out right eye told. - Now there will be the most serious … Cleaning!

  And really, though a rumble of explosions the silence absolutely stopped and set in, a little later hum of wings, ringing voices and laughter of a great number of the flying fairies distinctly was heard.

  - Directly here fly, - whispered One-eyed and put a finger to lips. - They found us, now there will be a round-up!

  - To fight, brothers! - rapaciously sparkled eyes Snow-white-white. - At least, we will die adequately as it befits men! - Also raised hands forward. On its thumbs up ran blue-green electric sparks.

  - Wait, the brother! - stopped its One-eyed. - There is an idea … And that if …

  With these words he quickly ran a hand over a pale face of the fainted Azail. On his palms light stream ran. Then he also carried out by a palm on the person and … The one-eyed soldier in became exactly similar to Azail - will distinguish nothing! - even the lost eye "returned" to it!

  All other soldiers gasped.

  - So, listen to me attentively! I leave to them, count to ten. And then you fly with its Knowledge at full speed on the East, understood?

  All soldiers according to began to nod the heads, but persons at all expressed bewilderment. Lzhe-Azail removed a hood from the head and promptly flew up on edge of a funnel.

  - Not to shoot! Not to shoot, I speak! - the sharp and high pitched female voice was distributed. - You that, you do not see, same Azail! The order of their Knowledge to deliver it live! And well to stand! Do not move! Hands for the head! So! Sisters! Well, to surround! Here so … Hands! Hands here, I tell!

  - Wait, elder sister, look, it has something strange in a hand!

  - And well …

  But at this moment deafening explosion which, however, could not muffle wild female squeal was distributed. Without wasting in vain time, Snow-white-white with Azail on hands accompanied by suite, loudly buzzing wings, promptly departed on the East. And at a funnel ten female bodies which are convulsively fighting in an agony with once transparent, and now blood-red wings and the blood-stained and burned scraps of some dark rags - the only thing remained to lie that remained from the One-eyed lzhe-Azaila …

  Silk, silk, silk … Still flash …

  Fight goes on the top, on approaches to Skies. All air space is covered with bright flashes of gaps, from a roar eardrums hurt.

  The person Belosnezhno-Belogo is distorted from rage, in his hand - the blood-stained silvery blade. Behind it - nearly fifty winged soldiers in golden, blue, green, orange and bright red raincoats, in a silvery armor under raincoats. They without restraint rush here and there, to the left, to the right, turning aside from a stream of explosive fiery spheres. The system is scattered, gathers again. As a swarm of the embittered multi-colored hornets they promptly fly to group of pink clouds on which enemy shooters became stronger.

  But here one of spheres gets to group of five soldiers. Explosion - and scraps of the burned clothes as feathers of a crow, scattered downwind. Still, still - and two five of other soldiers the same fate comprehended. But the rest managed to reach a cloud. A sword wave - the blood-stained body of the fairy as a heartless doll, fell to a cloud - from an awful neck wound blood rushed a stream. Five more were comprehended by the same fate. The others managed to fly up in air and to take to heels.

  Snow-white-white addressed orange:

  - Quickly! Gather pink cotton wool with the others, and we will cover!

  And right there flew up in air in about ten men of courage, watering the receding fairies with a stream of a liquid flame from crooked as at predatory birds, fingers. The others led by orange started collecting air pink flakes in leather bags.

  When bags were almost filled, to a cloud Azail with the bodyguards surrounding it flew up.

  - How many collected? It is not enough … - And then addressed soldiers from the environment. - Quickly join, we have not enough time! Here will be - not to consider them soon!

  Soon explosions began to sound absolutely nearby, rumbling then, there. On a cloud landed Snow-white-white again, but soldiers with it was already seven, and the snow-white raincoat on it was torn and burned in several places, dirtied by black soot and blood.

  - What there? - abruptly Azail asked.

  - Go, the teacher! It is time to be taken up! - reported Snow-white-white. - With them their Knowledge was welcomed … - having lowered a voice and having conspiratorially winked, he added.

  Azail's face lit up strange, blood-thirsty shine, eyes without restraint flashed, and on lips the cruel smile zazmeitsya.

  - On the hunter, as they say … - also took out the long silvery sword sparkling under the full moon from a sheath. - Leave, and tell the rest to leave too - how many collected, collected so much! It is already my war, my fight, perhaps, the last …

  And right there, without waiting for the answer, quickly departed up.

  Squall of fiery shells from which ruptures night turned in bright day. But Azail so dexterously from them evaded, without restraint rushing to the left, to the right, diving down, up that nobody could get to him. It flew as the silver arrow fired from terrible onions. A pearl-white raincoat, a silvery sword - the figure caused it fear and involuntary admiration. As the sparkling lightning it flew towards to the victim.

  - To cease fire! Immediately! To stop! - the voice of all Three at the same time was distributed. - To take live! Network! Quickly!

  On one of pink clouds there were three fairies in purple and three hands were at the same time directed towards the flying animated lightning. Persons are passionless, majestic and fearless. Are not afraid of death at all. Are simply created to be a leader, the Triune leader of Community.

  Other swarm of fairies already pulled a big gold network between a pink cloud and silvery Azail.

  But it is vain! Azail with one blow of a wonderful silvery sword split the network weaved from the strongest sunshine which will sustain the weight of dozens of whales and which will not be gnawed through by teeth even of a sea dragon in two as a spider line so the fairies holding it departed to the parties top tormashka - and continued to approach promptly d
irectly Triune Knowledge.

  - Madman! - in unison cried out all three voices at the same time. - Really you did not understand that We are much stronger than you now?! Really you did not understand that your time passed?!

  But Azail stubborn continued to fly forward, and then … struck. This time it was already another, other spell is perfect. The stream of dark, almost black energy departed towards purple fairies. On the way this black blot was issued in three big - about human growth - black skulls, rapaciously razzyavivshy the mouth, utykanny by black sharp teeth.

  But, appear, it did not make any impression on Triune Knowledge. Their persons were also passionless, also majestic, also fearless, as before. They at the same time upraised hands and all three skulls, without having reached them, became torn in air. Azail from surprise even stopped the flight and the opened eyes took a broad view of the opponents. It is obvious that he did not expect SUCH force from them.

  And then the wave something yellow-pink, smelling of honey, departed to Azail and viscous swill, having got to him directly on wings, completely paralyzed their work. That a stone departed down as the snow-white bird winged by the hunter …

  6.

  Something clicked in the head of the Fairy again and vision was gone. It hung head over heels in a dirty uncomfortable cave again, and near it was nobody.

  The Fairy from everything endured as the Being who from head to foot is wrapped up in the sparkling golden raincoat with the hood closing a sex of the person entered a cave did not manage to recover. From all directions to it the arachnoid creatures disappearing in dark corners of a cave right there rushed.

  But he imperiously upraised a hand - and in his hand the mirror and gold board flashed.

  The beam of bright light pierced a stuffy gloom of a cave, and arachnoid in horror

  screeched and scattered in all directions as cockroaches. On a smooth surface of a board there was a person - roundish, with a shock dense golden hair on which instead of eyes there were empty eye-sockets through whom streams of an intolerable solar flame flew.