Lord the Dark

By Olexandr Ptashkogray

Whom you are destined to become, a girl with hair the color of a sunset? Warrior of the night, dark magician, or just another toy great Lord the Dark? What are you talking about in his cold heart, the light fading day or darkness coming night? Tears of the peace or his last hope? Who are you?
Lord the Dark ... It's not a name, not a title or rank. It is the embodiment of strength. Perfect in its power being. Powerful, ruthless, cynical. Kara and sorrow of the world. Guardian of Darkness.
But that he would go for the one who loves him in spite of?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Olexandr Ptashkogray
• Release date: Mar 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310785801

Olexandr Ptashkogray

Hometown:Weimar (Germany)Personal priority:Family and childrenImportant in others:Humor and love for lifeI thank you and that reading the books, I wish to enjoy it and learn a lot of interesting things!Best regards O.P .

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PART 1

Girl with hair the color of a sunset

I locked up, and sunlight brings heat.

I tried to leave, but the black mist visor

My thoughts, desires, dreams. Dreams ...

And the black standard of beauty.

I divided the world into black and white.

And this is my feast among the gray days.

And I do not believe you, the kingdom of good fake.

... Fake, false.

I smile through the pain,

And do not say it's my role,

Being black charcoal among gray stones.

(Eins- locked up)

Chapter 1

Trustee

He was seventeen years old. Disheveled black hair, black eyes, white, alabaster skin. Beautiful. Lips smiling uncertainly.

- Your hair ...

Dissatisfied grimacing, smoothing his palm disheveled beard.

- I know. Do not have time to comb hair in the morning - for some reason, explain its ruffled.

- No. They are like a cloud of red during sunset. Beautifully.

We sit on the edge of the fountain, I'm in the sun, and he shade of a huge oak tree. Scurrying around people, and they have no nothing to do with hair color fourteen girls. So why is it? Blankly looking at the boy.

- Why are you so sad? - Instead of answering he asks.

- I do not take to the Academy.

- How Come?

- Speak for his age. And ... I did not teach anybody. Officially.

- Strangely, this should not be an argument for the Commission.

I smiled bitterly.

- Not this time. My mom once great annoy magi Udall, chairman of the commission. Here it is on me and clears.

- And would you want to learn?

- Yes I Am. - Substitute the face to the sun. Somehow inside becomes so easy. Smile and look in the boy's dark eyes. - And you are studying?

- Well ... I'm a teacher.

Nod. Time students. I loved it. Calm, not to show off and not laughing at me. It was something in his demeanor made it clear he is no less uncomfortable than me. Extend my hand, just like an adult:

- Killen.

He looks at her as if it were an unfamiliar ritual. But when he wanted to scold myself for lack of tact, takes my slender fingers with blisters from burns to their hands. Sleek, thin long fingers, one of which is a precious seal.

- Til.

As soon as my hand back to me, I notice - burns complicated alchemical reagents no more. Happy smiling and looking at the boy.

- Thank U!

- This is a thank you, Killen.

- For what?

- Are you talking to me.

- What's the big deal? I have offended you with this?

- No. On The Contrary. With me who rarely says simply. And do not be afraid of the Commission. Take, and one high-handed magichka nothing you will not do.

He has a wonderful smile - soft, timid, so ... innocent.

Then somewhere in the side Babakhan, and I start to laugh. The boy puts on me confused look.

- Oh, that was one of the gifts - I explain. - Advisors my mom had hoped to help them appease magianu Udall. But I'm not going to start their studies so with bribes. Do not take it, so do not take it. But her lab have to be cleaned for a long time. And who knows what in the bottle noble Ar Sian Tulare, was really a combustible mixture, - show their hands have healed. - It was worth it.

He laughs. And at that moment something happens with magic, she shudders and begins to caress the skin. Only after a few seconds I understand that it's not magic, it's a shadow of oak finally got to me. And Til calms down and looks at me with sparkling eyes.

- You're beautiful, baby. Fear not, your witch will do anything to you. Losing such a magician world simply can not.

- The Lord!

From this cry he shudders and somehow changed - just slumped, his face like a stiffly, his eyes grew dim. But still beautiful.

- Lord, what are you doing here? Why did you leave his room during the day?

Troublemakers were two. One smart warrior with gray temples and a cold stare. Another type of venerable archmage, with shifty, frightened eyes.

- I was bored. I decided to walk. - Till voice cold and impassive. If he did not he just a minute ago, laughed at my little place.

- Lord, I beg you, let's go.

Archmage almost under his hands took a strange boy and led him.

Till just had to turn around and mouthed whisper - do not be afraid. A soldier walking behind them as tied barely smiled.

The Lord? ..

I stood in a circle of light in the midst of darkness. For half an hour I show everything that is capable of, the forces already on the wane and bend knees. Hold just two magic ball in the air, I understand - a little more and fall directly under the critical glance commission.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind knocks me off my feet, and I fall on the cold marble floor. Time to catch one of the balls, and the second falls under the foot and absorbs most promagichennym stone.

- If you can not only stay on his feet, but also to maintain the constancy of spells, then what can be discussed. In our school, and do not hold the sad sack witches. - In the voice of so many barely suppressed triumph that wince. Yeah, obviously magichka learned whose hands its case broken laboratory.

North on the floor, I looked at my knee hit by the fall - and knew exactly will bruise. Just to get to the doctor before you inflate the leg and begin inflammation.

Think of a failed reception did not want to. I even almost convinced herself that evil tears came into his eyes - pain.

- You are denied admission.

He looked up and stared into the darkness, I for some time stood still, so rezanuli word to heart. After all, I did not ask for anything more from life - just be magi , just do what their liking. And this ... hmm, obscenities unworthy woman who dares to disturb me.

- Pettiness! - I grin.

A witch breaks.

- Come here, little stuff.

- I wonder who goes to school here, if this girl is so weak for you?

This voice was spilled in the dark, soft and stringy. He caressed the skin, surrounded by a dense ring of darkness, which is now protected me from those who have been beyond, not theirs. I do not know what was in that voice to the assembled magicians, but I distinctly heard a few of them heaved a sigh, and Magian Adelle screamed.

- I'm taking this girl under his wing. And if your institution is legible, we define a different school.

- But, Lord ?!

Only now I understand whose voice it was ... but ... what happens? Who are you, Till?

- You still have a few? - Cold laughter to the bone. - It seems that the world does have forgotten me.

- Lord, if you so wish ... we take the lady Killy in our school.

- Do not you want to? - How many calls, how much ridicule as a threat in only one voice in the darkness itself.

Hasty answer:

- We want to!

- That's better.

Borne on the shoulders of thin boyish hands, and at the same time I feel the monstrous power. Almost imperceptible shudder, and turned to look in the dark eyes.

- Til?

- I told you - do not be afraid - a little smile touched his lips.

It's in my eyes darkened, or around appeared impenetrable canopy?

What are his eyes - black, black the night, bottomless. Til nuzzled my crown and a barely audible whisper:

- Thank you, girl with hair the color of a sunset.

The next moment he dissolves in the approaches very near darkness.

The selection committee almost bowed before me, assuring that better place than their school for a protege of Lord of Darkness is simply not found.

Lord whom?

The remainder of the day, I was in shock. Too knit my images timid Thiel and horrifying legendary Lord of Darkness.

Lord of Darkness ... It's not a name, not a title or rank. It is the embodiment of strength.

In fact, in our world quite a bit higher Lords. Living deities. There Lord of Light, Lord of Sound, Lord Forest Lord of Waters, Lord of Air and so on. But only in the case of Thiel all much more serious.

Lord of Darkness is not evil, as many understand it, but he car and sorrow of the world. A magician with great force and completely poisoned soul. He does not distinguish between good and evil, does only what he wants himself, all-powerful, uncontrolled.

However, it's all about until Thiel. The Lord is too young, and I have not heard that lately there were some that may be a disaster. And when his side came into force Lord of Darkness is an obvious result.

They are born somewhere in ten years, twenty after the death of the previous one, and not a mother, not a father is not immune to the birth of the child. On the day of his birth, a total eclipse occurs, and the stars begin to pour from the sky, the baby is born strikingly white-skinned, with black hair and eyes meaningful. Often, in the villages of parents of these children were burned at the stake as a punishment for bringing into the world of destruction and chaos. Of the same child and finger touched.

How Come? It's just, during the absence of the Lord of Darkness, with its elements goblin knows what happens. The fruits of the residents of the night, and this is not always so fireflies owl. This undead and evil. Entered the age of the Lord successfully keeps the population of such creatures within reasonable limits.

His fear, oh so scared, but can not get rid of - our own peril. Who knows what will come to mind to the new lord, he can decide to recall old grudges and revenge for the previous ruler of darkness.

One thing for sure - Lord of Darkness deadly creature.

But I would give half of life that would dissolve again in his voice, look into the bottomless eyes catch a glimpse of the shy smile and plunge into darkness. Fail, just melt into it, mixing their blood with its rough cloth.

I longed to see Thiel ... but most of it did not appear.

Of course, the rumor who became my guardian, quickly spread through the entire Academy. And of course nothing good to me from it not to be expected. People, and the more magicians could not understand why he did it, what moved the High Lords of the moment, and what such a move could affect them personally.

Nobody doubted that the Lord of Darkness forget about me as soon go beyond the walls of the Academy, but that does not mean its complete disregard for his protege. Who knows these demons that will come to him. That's worn me like a sack wrote.

But this is only the first year. Then the memories and fears gradually receded, and magicians began to accept my guardian only as a fact, even a little funny. What can we say about the students if they used a little afraid of me, then eventually fall ill this fact and began to actively get. Benefit I also never been slabachkoy and could not answer the mockery less painful. So over time, wanting to tease unsociable adeptk diminished.

The first news of the Lord of Darkness, we only got a half years after my arrival in the Jardin Academy, a big and strong country. Previously, it has never been so punished - forced isolation. And here, if he killed someone, or something broke, but a few months locked up in the Tower of Light.

I always thought that this monstrous punishment for creating magic for the lord of darkness in whose veins instead of blood - the night haze. Being locked in the Tower of Light, far to the south, where the night is not more than five hours, where the sun never forgets the earth, at a hundred meters high. Yes, and magic castles block any force. Br-r, I would not want to undergo such punishment.

From poisonous little smiles students and teachers thin becomes acidic in the mouth, and kept making pucker. After suffering a couple of days, I finally broke down and quite unobtrusively to remember:

- The first sentence is serious. And what's interesting?

People me in the face, knowing that the young Lord just could not punish him for some little