Born Third Time

By Bikash Paul

Our world is considered to be a world ruled by men, or there is equality. At the same time, the possibility is not excluded that somewhere in the Universe there are such worlds where women rule. What would it be like for a man to live in such a world?

 

Yegor was once a combat officer. His life in our world is a thing of the past thanks to chance. The Higher Powers decided to revive him in a new world. Women rule here, there is magic, and aliens act. Egor went through a lot in this world before he took a worthy position in it.

 

However, the Higher Powers decided to send him a new challenge. During the fight with the killers, the man died once again. Along with him, his girlfriend, whom he found in the new world, also died. Friends with the help of the Higher Powers organized a new resurrection of Yegor. Now he has a goal - to avenge everything gray. It will be very difficult to do this because the Grays are highly developed representatives of an alien civilization. Their food is the energy substance that every sentient being has – the soul. At the same time, there is nowhere to retreat, because he is resurrected for the third time, and this is too much.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bikash Paul
• Release date: Sep 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215184660

Bikash Paul

Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and the only thing you have to offer. Bikash Paul from India is a content writer and digital marketer, also working with My Recharge Ayurveda for several years. I helped people solve their problems. My education qualification is MBA in marketing and an HR minor. Writing books is another profession.

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BORN THIRD TIME

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BIKASH PAUL

Copyright © 2022 by Bikash Paul

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Table of Contents

Prologue

1. Apprentice

2. A day at seventeen

3. Meeting

4. Non-Bermuda Triangles

5. Knara and Yarra

6. Five castles

7. Difficult questions

8. The beginning of the invasion

9. Filth

10. Trap for hunters

11. Start of a new day

Prologue

Darkness... Thick, sticky darkness pressed on consciousness, enveloping it and dissolving it in its black indifference. I didn’t want to resist and I calmly watched how she devoured me, my feelings ... What feelings? I do not remember. My thoughts... They are not interesting even to me, so I don't feel sorry for them. As well as my life, which I, for some reason, lived before ... Nothing bothered or touched. Soon I myself will become a part of this endless darkness, forgetting everything unnecessary, like myself, like Sella and ...

SELLA! A bright flash flashed her name in my head, driving away apathy and shaking it with an electric discharge, forcing me to take a closer look at my soul, more precisely, at the place where there was nothing but indifferent blackness. Sella! I remember her cooling hand lying on top of mine and one of the last phrases: So I can love you again.

SELLA! The first feeling appeared in the soul - Pain. The pain of knowing she was dead and there was nothing I could do to help her. Hatred! Burning Hatred for this bastard Alejandro came after the Pain! He took a loved one away from me! Even if he paid for it, but I will never forgive him, just like his masters - the Grays, as they are called in the world of the Sisters!

Close people... Twin daughters, Yara, Yurka, Nevva-Inn-Schloss, Chuvik... Faces flashed before my eyes and the following came with them – Anxiety. How are they there? What's up with them? I'm not around and who will help them?

The darkness suddenly disappeared and, as if through a broken dam, other emotions and feelings poured in, burning my nerves, twisting my consciousness, making me cry and laugh at the same time. I rejoiced, I died, I joked, I killed, I loved! I lived my whole life, in pieces and backwards, all over again. I remembered myself unborn when I was still just a part of the souls of my own ancestors. At some point, the revived consciousness could not stand it and turned off.

I open my eyes ... White, unclear walls, as if made of onyx. From them emanates a uniform, soft light. I am lying on a huge cube of the same material. Strange... Despite its hardness, there is no feeling of discomfort and cold.

Examining my body... Naked... No signs of recent wounds and that damned Gray dagger in my side. Obviously something was done to me and moved here. Stop! If I'm alive, then so is Sella?!

This thought rattled my nerves so that I jumped off the cube, hoping to find at least someone to clarify the situation. The door... It's gone! He examined all the walls, wiping the sweat that had come out with his sleeve ... Which sleeve? I'm naked! I quickly squinted my eyes down and made sure that this was no longer the case - miraculously, I was wearing the same clothes as at the time of the fight with the killer. Everything is weirder, but more on that later! It's more important to know where Sella is! In thought, I leaned against the wall and suddenly my hand passed through it. He jumped back in surprise. Crap! Everything is simple! The door is not needed - the walls are passable! - came up with a guess.

I held my breath, as before diving, and boldly stepped forward.

1. Apprentice

A new room, strikingly different from the first. The walls are covered with barely visible ornaments, a chandelier hanging in strange curves from the ceiling and a table behind which sits a man in a white three-piece suit and no less snow-white cowboy hat. Looked at him. The stranger resembled the young artist Leonov. Slightly squinted, he, with a kind charming smile on his face, silently examined me, not making an attempt to speak first.

- Who are you? I asked, breaking the silence.

- Hello, Egor! Here we met in person. Allow me to introduce myself - Tu'mor! Although here you can just call me Mor!

- Is that really you? - asked a stupid question, realizing that I know the answer to it.

- I! By the way, Sanr will also arrive soon.

Tu'Sarr?

- Yes. Now settle a couple of problems and arrive. Nakhhi have recently become more active and we have to concentrate entirely on eliminating the threats from them.

– How did I get here? Where is Sella? She is alive?

Thu'mor's face darkened, and he said softly:

Sorry, but... Only you managed to save.

Again the pain stabbed in the heart with a knife... Dead! Hope crumbled like a house of cards.

You are almighty! Why weren't they saved?! Why only me?! I shouted angrily, clenching my fists, If necessary, take my life, but give it back!

- We can't, Yegor ...

- What can you do?

Rage and resentment at this smiling, polished type went off scale and, jumping up to him, I tried to grab More by the lapels of the smart suit.

Suddenly, my hands passed through the body of this handicapped man and I fell behind him.

- Bastard! Afraid to show up in person? He sent his picture instead of himself ?! Worse than the Gray Creatures! Those, at least, do not stuff themselves into friends!

- Stop the tantrum! - Tu'mor said loudly and demandingly, - Will you listen or yell more interestingly than the case?

- Well?! Speak! Justify yourself!

- I'll start with the fact that I'm not pretending to be a picture here, but alive. Another thing is you ... You died and have no body! Here is only your soul, and that, not yet fully recovered! The spiritless ghost!

But I myself...

- Do not interrupt!

Tu'mor sat back in his chair and said harshly:

- If you need an understanding of what is happening - leave your emotions aside and listen to what happened after the assassination attempt on you.

- Good. - With difficulty pulling myself together, I answered through clenched teeth.

– So... The Grays sent a specially trained killer to you, having developed his strength and endurance to the maximum limits available in a human body. You didn't stand a chance against him. But this is not the worst. A long time ago nahhi...

- Who?

"Nahhs, Grays, or whatever they call themselves, True Nahhs. Very powerful creatures, but in essence they are parasites, the purpose of which is constant expansion into other worlds to get food. Guess what they eat?

- Souls.

- Right. More precisely, the energy that is embedded in every thinking being. But we'll talk about this again and again. These Nakhkhs have created a very terrible weapon - an energy destructor. Simply put, it's the destroyer of souls. Once in the body of a reasonable one, it pumps the aura of the victim with a certain type of energy, destroying not only the body, but also the essence, thereby depriving the person and the opportunity to be reborn. This is complete death on all levels. This is the kind of thing they put in you. By all rights, you should have disappeared from the universe, if not for several reasons. The first is that the energy in the destructor is only enough for one soul, but the Grays could not imagine that Sella would be next to you, unconsciously giving you her energy before her death. This is what saved you.

- And the second?

"Me and Tu'sanr. According to the calculations of the Nahhas, we should not have intervened, distracted by their next attack.

– Again, blue moon? I asked worriedly.

- Not. Sanr and I have been identified as Elements of Tu, and now the main attempts of the Grays are aimed at our destruction. I can’t say that it is dangerous, but it constantly distracts. I shouldn't have seen you kill. Luckily, it was at this moment that I tracked the killer's path from Earth and tried to throw you a package of information about Alesandro. A minute later, and that's it ... Quickly assessing the situation, we pulled you out here and put you in ... Let there be a Restorer, although the essence of this is much deeper. For four months, Sella's soul shard fought for your essence, and we pumped energy through it. Today you are alive. Not quite you - only the soul. Your bodies with the Mistress of Knara went on the Last Campaign together...

- But why? Why didn't they take her away? I asked in dismay.

- They couldn't ... There was nothing to take away. You can restore only the one in whom there is a part of Tu. We will also talk about this, but later - the time has not come.

Our conversation was interrupted by a new character who suddenly materialized in the middle of the room.

- O! Almost whole! Looking at me, she said.

– You, as I understand it, are the same arochka Tu'sanr?

- Archer? So no one has called me names yet! said a tall woman with an intelligent scholarly face and long, black hair pulled back into a ponytail. - Why, Yegorushka, so gloomy? Survived and should be happy!

He's because of the Mistress of Knara... Tu'mor explained.

The smile disappeared from the face of the second Element.

- Yes ... Forgive us, but there was no chance. I personally examined it, trying to find at least some spark, but I burned out completely, giving you the remnants of life.

- So that? Is her soul lost forever?

- Why do you think so? Only the body, but we are not able to restore it. And the soul of Sella is now part of the shell of the world of the Sisters, protecting it from the bad.

- I do not understand! Me, then, can be, but it is impossible?

"You still have many questions, and in the next fifteen years you will receive answers to them.

- Fifteen years?

Before, you won’t be able to restore your body with soul binding. Thu'mor replied seriously. But don't worry! It is in the world of the Sisters, as Sanr said, fifteen years will pass, but here we will manage in a year and a half.

Wow... my legs buckled and I tried to sit on a chair in the corner of the room.

Apparently, these two are not lying to me about my incorporeality, because, instead of sitting under my ass, I ended up, absurdly spreading my legs, on a stone floor, just flying through a chair.

- Didn't get killed? Tu'mor asked sympathetically.

- What will happen to him? Tu'sanr replied. - The destructor did not kill, and even more so the repulsed soft spot. Although there is nothing to beat off yet!

- Do not sit down, do not move in the face ... Rolled! - grumbling and angry at the whole wide world, I said, getting up, - What ?! Are there no more opportunities to be in the world of the Sisters before fifteen years?

"Actually, there is one. - Tu'mor gladdened me, - But very adventurous.

- Which? I immediately responded.

- Binding the body and soul is a complex process. There are a lot of third-party factors that can influence it, especially in your case, when only a piece of Sella's energy protected the personality from disintegration. Our task for the coming years is to restore your integrity. More precisely, for our part, we did everything we could, and then the process of self-healing starts. You are incorporeal and do not yet have your own body, which you yourself must create with your own energy.

- Something very confusing. I confessed.

- If in a simple way, then we patched up your soul, and build your own body! Like a lizard's tail - she threw it back and grew a new one!

- But how?!

- What up! Are you going to listen to me or what? Thu'mor said irritably.

- Yes. I'm sorry.

- So here it is. You don’t have a body, which means that you are of no use in the world of the Sisters, but there is one option - very small and, I repeat, adventurous ... There are clone bodies. What are they? An ideal bodily container for a certain soul, without fittings and other complicated things. But there are a few points ... You can be transplanted into another body only at the last second before the death of the carrier, when the soul of the past owner has already left him. For what reason death came - it does not matter. If you find yourself in the body of a drowned man, you may swim out, and if with a broken skull, you will find yourself here again, extending your recovery for another year. And secondly, no one knows, even we, into which body you will be thrown, so you can’t really rely on your strength and skills.

Yeah ... The candy turned out to be another filling. Go there - don't know where, become that - don't know who!

– And why is recovery delayed for a whole year after an unsuccessful resettlement?

Everything has its price. explained Tu'sanr.

- Oh, by the way! Where is here? I belatedly inquired about my whereabouts.

We call this place Recreation Room. - Tu'mor answered, - We relax, recharge and just communicate.

- Wow! Like a space station above the planet?

- Nearly! Tu'sanr smiled. And leave the spaceships and the rest aside - a dead end. So what did you decide? Will you risk it or stay here?

- What do you recommend yourself?

- Nothing. It should only be your choice.

- Then ... - I gathered my courage and waved my hand, - Start your hurdy-gurdy! Back to the world of the Sisters!

– Your decision... – Tu'mor sighed, – Climb back into the Restorer – we will set you up to search for your ownerless clones.

The three of us moved to the next room, where we again had to lie down on a strange cube.

Well, you have fantasies! Tu'sanr chuckled as she watched my clothes turn into a snow-white tunic, akin to an ancient Roman one. - Just a sacrifice on the altar!

- And nothing is a victim! - I answered embarrassed, again making my wardrobe the way I wore it before my death.

- Oh well! - she did not argue with me and, together with her partner, disappeared from the room.

I lay there and did not move, waiting for the movement and the unpleasant sensations associated with it. Suddenly, the stone beneath me began to heat up, and the walls of the room lit up with an unbearably bright light, forcing me to close my eyes.

... The pain in my heart began to let go, I could breathe again. Carefully, along the wall, I got up from the floor and looked around. Obviously castle rooms, but not Knara or Schlöss - everything is rich, pretentious and lacks that functional simplicity. In front of me is a mirror. I looked into it and saw the reflection of a very old man with two pigtails on a bald head. His face was gray, puffy, with large bags under inflamed eyes - grandfather was clearly ill, and for a long time and seriously.

- Crap! No luck with the clone! I said disappointedly.

The blue, bloodless lips of the reflection silently echoed my words.

Well? And now what i can do? In this state, I can hardly reach Pillar Edge. Here it would be better to walk to the toilet, and not travel through half the lands. Judging by the situation, I'm somewhere near Torrgue - only there they spend so much effort on expensive-rich! Sitting on the floor, he began to think about further actions, but the more he thought, the more he understood that he had hit. I was distracted from my sad thoughts by a painful kick in the side.

What are you doing here, you old bastard, chilling out? Mistress Zalt is already going to bed, but there is still no warm wine! - said the young warrior, intending to treat me again with the toe of her boot.

O! Zalt! I do remember! That's a snake nest!

Rising quickly, I bowed low and, trying to give my voice a little subservience, answered:

- Sorry, dear! The heart took. Now I will do everything! But... Where are the wine cellars? Forgot...

- Moron! Old idiot out of his mind!

An irritated woman grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and threw me towards the stairs.

- Way down! Across the yard to the right, and then, if you haven’t forgotten the words yet, ask!

Having flown a few meters away and landing painfully, feeling with all my old body that I would hardly survive this a second time, I quietly got up and, putting my foot over the step, suddenly felt very dizzy. He fell for a long time, for an eternity, listening to how fragile bones break from contact with hard marble steps. Hitting my head on the floor ... The last thing I remember, the words of a running warrior:

- The end of the fool! It has long been necessary to change to a younger one!

Darkness covers with a saving veil, removing pain.

... I come to my senses on something soft.

- Miehha! - I hear a loud, joyful voice, - My baby woke up! She is alive!

Someone's soft, gentle hands lift the body, and I see a happy, tear-stained face of a woman.

- Sweetheart! - she kisses me and hugs me tightly to her, - I knew! I believed you would pull through! Good girl! I fought for a week and survived! Thank you! Didn't leave me alone!

- Miracle! - another satisfied female voice rang out, - Glory to the Sisters! We got your girl back! Tairra! She's hungry! Feed her!

Girl?! I what?! A female baby? What are those extremes? Moved from an old man to a newborn! Not on the forehead, so on the forehead!

There is a white veil before my eyes and I can’t see anything normally, but I feel something big, soft and smelling very tasty near my face. It's ... Chest! And now they will feed me with it! I dodged as best I could, not wanting to sip someone else's women's milk, but my mother's hand quickly suppressed my rebellion, pressing her lips to the nipple.

- Eat, silly! Eat! Gain strength! she asked kindly.

Suddenly, my body reacted vividly to the taste of milk and began to drink it greedily, pushing my snorting consciousness into the background. Apparently, I realized, the thirst for life is stronger than my addictions! Doomed, as if it was not with me, I resigned myself, giving the small one a proper meal. The stomach was filled, the energy spread throughout the body, and suddenly, when full satiety came, I ... I burped. Well yo May! - my adult hypostasis was indignant.

I feel that someone is near ... Not just near, but in me. We don't have enough room for both of us.

- Let it back. - this someone pitifully asks.

Are you the soul of this body? - a clue dawns on me.

- Yes. Please let me go... I want to see my mother... I've been waiting for so long...

What a twist! And the Elements promised that I would boot into an empty clone! Well. Not mine means not mine! What’s more, I didn’t really want to.

I mentally step aside, letting the girl's soul pass and... I open my eyes in a familiar room. Restorer!

- How did you walk? Tu'sanr asked, standing next to the cube with her colleague, examining me intently.

- It sucks. I answered honestly.

- We saw. It's like in Sportloto - you can win, but the chances are weak. You got the most unfortunate tickets.

- Sportloto? Are you from Earth too?

- No, Yegor! - she smiled, - Your world is in the range of Tu, therefore, all its information is available to us. If you were a lubb, I would give an analogy with yellow river stones, which are very rare and by accident, putting your hand into the water, it is almost impossible to get them on the first try. But the lottery is clearer to you - I try to be on the same wavelength.

- Oh, how! I'll know. Now I'm worried about something else ... Are these all options or are there more suitable ones?

Unfortunately or fortunately – how to look, but there are no other bodies compatible with you in the world of the Sisters, Tu'mor explained with a shrug.

- I went in vain - I threw out only two years from my life, - I was upset.

- Well, don't tell me! - the woman encouraged me, - Everything is clear with the old man - if there was no accident, he would not have lasted so long, but with a child everything is more difficult. You moved into her body at the very moment when she practically died and her soul flew away. With your energy, you fed the girl’s body, and she came to life. Mother's milk is a very good energy binding at first after birth, and the soul of the newborn, thanks to it, was again in her own body. Now Behan...

- Beehen? I interrupted Tu'Sarr.

"That was the name of the revived child a few weeks ago.

– Weeks? I felt like I had just returned.

Not exactly, Yegor. You just woke up, and returned four weeks ago. Such walks do not pass without a trace, and therefore you immediately ended up in the Restorer for recovery. Get used to it - this is now your main workplace. Get ready to wallow for weeks, absorbing strength, then, for a short time, awake, you will master them. At the same time, we will get to know you better. Despite all your disability", you are ripe for the next step in development.

- O! Next level! - I grinned wryly, - What can I do now? Stars extinguish and not itch when you want?

It seems, Tu'mor asked his partner anxiously, "to put it mildly, you and I got a not very smart individual as an apprentice.

- Come on, Moore! Remember how you yourself appeared before my beautiful eyes for the first time? Savage savage! I fought with you for half a century, until I forgot how to shy away from everything.

- When it was! Although you are right.

- For a long time - I don’t argue, but at least Yegor isn’t chasing me, trying to bite me! As I remember now - he released his claws, his eyes are furious, you hang on the ceiling, you drip with saliva!

That's a normal reaction of my kind! Don't you know? For three with a tail thousand years, she could have calmed down!

- Hey! Wait! - I interrupted their dialogue, - Are you really almost four thousand years old?

- To him. - the woman explained, - I will be a little older, but in my home world, just like in your home, it is not customary to ask a woman about her age. Usyok?

- You suck, madam!

- Mademoiselle! Sorry for the first time!

- Sorry! But I can't promise there won't be a second time. Lots of questions!

- And on the second I will forgive, and on the third. I am generous and inoffensive! Just a storehouse of virtue and patience! she laughed.

- Understood! What's wrong with the Thu'mor? Where are the claws and other oddities from? Normal, in appearance, a person to run on the ceilings!

- I'm not a man, but a Zarman! - Mort explained, - You see what I want to show so as not to injure your unstable psyche. And so...

Suddenly, the man turned into a haze and appeared before me ... Cheburashka! Well, how is Cheburashka? A short, stocky man, covered in brown fur and with large ears, only vaguely resembled a cute creature familiar to me since childhood. Huge muscles rolling under a layer of fur could shame Schwarzenegger himself at the peak of his form, the claws on all four limbs resembled the blades of Freddy Krueger, and with snow-white teeth this chebura obviously easily gnaws through a nut - and not a walnut, but a coconut!

- Blimey! – shivering, I mumbled, not knowing how to react to his appearance, – I would not want to get together with you on fists!

- And it is not necessary! – the Element of Arcs laughed again, – On his planet, the force of gravity is three times that of the earth! Would twist you, without batting an eye!

- Horror!

- You yourself are horror! - Tu'mor was slightly offended, - I, let it be known to you, was considered in my world almost the standard of beauty among males! Now imagine, when I first saw Sunr, what did I think? The monster has been captured! Hence the aggression.

- I believe! Beauty is a matter of habit. And this... Tu'sanr... Are you different too?

– Relax! – the woman waved her hand in a mannered way, – Real! I differ, of course, physiologically strongly from dugouts, but outwardly they are very similar.

– And what is it? I ventured to ask an intimate question.

- The fact that after childbirth the body of a woman of my world for seven seasons - that's about nine years - changes, turning into a man's. But it doesn’t threaten me..." she finished quietly.

- Why?

– Expansion of the Nakhkhs with their Grace. Tu'mor answered for her. Her world is no more. Sucked out. Sanr is the only one who survived thanks to Tu. Explained well? And I ask you not to bother us with questions about our homelands. My situation is no better and remembering, even after so many centuries, it hurts. You are lucky in this regard...

My heart sank. I lost Sella, parted from the world of the Sisters for a long time and I just can’t come to my senses, but these two are still worse. Complete hopelessness, loneliness and no chance. To live for centuries and know that nothing from a past life can be returned ...

- Sorry. I'll try not to go where they don't ask. I sincerely promised.

It's an old pain. Do not be sorry. Tu'sanr said. We still have a lot to learn about each other, so feel free to ask questions.

- Exactly! Don't keep it to yourself! I fished out a good phrase from the information field of your world: To ask is a shame for one minute, and not to know is a shame for life! And do not look at my claws and unusual appearance. You are now with us for a long time and I would like not only to work productively, but also to make friends. Sunr and I got to know you well - now it's your turn to get to know us better.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. As promised by both Elements, I spent most of the time in the Restorer with my mind completely turned off. Then a short awakening, to the delight of my curators and teachers. Already they came off to the fullest, entering the role of mentors, the benefit of fatigue, I did not participate in my incorporeal incarnation and could completely devote myself to the process of knowing the unknown. The first thing I realized for myself was the correct appeal to Sanr and Mor. The Tu element is a position with a high degree of clearance, to which the true name is added, denoting, in conjunction with Tu, the degree of responsibility. For example, the Element Thu'mor is a creature responsible for the security of a certain area, an analyst and the closest assistant to the Arbiters of the Worlds - the most highly developed race known. Everyone simply spoke to each other by name, including officialdom only when their professional skills were required. The same Messengers of Tu whom I approached, according to the assurances of both Elements, by leaps and bounds, had a lower position. Their tasks include collecting information in the field and changing, most often unconscious, development vectors.

Listen, Sunr! - I asked in one of my first awakenings, - Why was it necessary to fence the garden? Messengers, Elements... Isn't it easier to simply direct the actions of the inhabitants of any of the worlds in the direction you need? I am sure that many would gladly follow you without further questions.

- Easier. – she agreed, – But you have heard from us more than once about the freedom of choice. Believe me, these are not nice words. Depriving society of its individual development, we would slide down to a multitude of stamped worlds, which first led to a complete freeze, and then to no less complete degradation of those energy flows that feed all realities. Such a gray mass of beings would become convenient to manage - namely this is what nahkhs do, depersonalizing the occupied territories and completely subordinating them to their True Nahkh. But this is a terrible vulnerability for the entire system and a separate world in particular. Without one's own thoughts and emotions, without mistakes and victories, one cannot move forward, and any threat from outside will be fatal. Each of us, regardless of who you are and where you were born, needs internal immunity not only to bad, but also to good. Often the line between these concepts is so thin, and in some places blurred beyond recognition, that no gods can help determine what is right if guides lead you by the hand blindfolded, and you stupidly believe them and do not try to understand yourself where and why they lead. As a rule, such walks end in an abyss with all the ensuing consequences. Understood?

- With difficulties. – I answered honestly, – Although, I think I got the point. As we say: Trust in God, but don't make a mistake yourself! or For a beaten fool they give two unbeaten!.

We have zarmans, Mor’s conversation got stuck, A broken fool is a disgrace to the family! No mind, no strength!

As I understand it, Sanr explained for me, "Egor meant that an experienced person gets smarter and stops being a fool.

- The ignoramus gets smarter, but the fool - never! Give him the most luxurious education, then he will not be able to use it due to the laziness of the mind! At best, it will turn out to be a competent half-wit!

- Mor! Why such pessimism? Sunr looked questioningly at her friend.

I just didn't like the saying. he muttered in response.

- But honestly?

"Then... I conducted an analysis of the world of the Sisters—more precisely, of what concerns the enclave of the capital. Bad times are coming. In my world, everything started with similar things. Sorry, Egor, but the details are without you.

Suddenly, both Elements of Tu froze, clearly exchanging some information and judging by their worried faces, there was nothing good in it. Finally, both died and I was able to ask:

- What happened?

– The Grays are increasing their influence by silently spudding Torrgue and his allies.

- What is it like?

- Egor! - Sanr looked me in the eyes, - Let's agree right away that all information on the current state of affairs in the world of the Sisters is closed to you.

- The reasons? I didn't give up.

– All the same freedom of choice. Any information from our mouths will have a certain emotional coloring, betraying a personal attitude, which will prevent you from understanding it yourself when the time comes. If you do not understand, then we can also make mistakes, but our mistakes are of a different level. That's why they communicated with you and your friend, like impersonal computer programs, and so that they don't bother with stupid questions either.

– The more I listen to you, dear Elements, the more I get confused!

"It’s too early for you to think like us. He who has not seen water will not teach you how to swim! Do not rush! Both I and Sanr went through this and we understand your emotions, but I repeat - do not rush! For three years of being in the Restorer, you already have excellent success! Mor explained.

- Wow! Three years?! So, I won’t even have time to blink an eye, but already demobilization! I rejoiced.

- You will have to blink a lot. Year after year, the time spent here will slow down, and you will still have time to bore us with your why. - He consoled me.

- It's a pity ... How are my girls at least doing there? I tried to roll on the other side.

- Fine. I look after them. They feel that you are alive, so they are not particularly worried.

– By the way, Uncle Mor! As I understand it, you talked to them behind my back for a reason?

- True and false. With their souls, which, unlike the body, have no age, although they are fragile in the first place. Your beautiful daughters - they absorb everything perfectly both on the bodily and on the energy level, so don't worry about them - Nevva and I will bring up both worthy people!

And Neva...

- Aren't there many questions? - Sanr laid siege to me, - Enough, Egor! The more you spend emotions on the world of the Sisters, and not on your recovery, the more time will slow down in the Restorer. Do you need it?

- No need. Will not happen again. I answered meekly.

- Well, once you understand - go back bainki.

...I met my next awakening under a loud argument of the Elements.

- You do not understand anything! - Something furiously proved my cheburakhnuty mentor no less agitated Sanr - Where is the self-sacrificing heroic orientation?! Where is the pathos that turns into a feeling of sensual being?! One everyday life from which nothing can be learned!

- Good morning to you"! - I greeted them, - What are we arguing about?

- You won't believe it, Egor! Let's talk poetry! More precisely, the songs of Yuri.

- And why didn't he please you?

"Not to me, but to our Mor. In his opinion, your friend has perverted this art in the world of the Sisters!

- So tell me? - Mort jumped up to me, throwing off his human mask from an overabundance of feelings, - You, didn’t Agga-Orr-Nest let you read a prediction?

- This nonsense? Gave.

- Nonsense?! Another primitive critic! I wrote it! Great work! Mystery, unexpected transitions and a rhythm like rolling stones - that's what this nonsense is! Let it be known to you, but in my world I was not only a great warrior, but no less a great poet! My declarations of verses collected planetary broadcasts! Forty-eight billion zarmans couldn't be wrong!

Just don’t tell Yurka that you yourself made up the prediction! He has a fine spiritual organization - his ears will be torn off, despite your strength and claws! He will peel off and cut out snowflakes from them, folding them several times! It's also art, you know!

- Ahaha! Sanr laughed contentedly, I want to see it! Egor! The pestilence me zadolbal already their creativity! I invent things for myself, just to be away from him during the inspiration!

- Ah well?! - the Pillar was offended, - I won't read a single line to you again! I hope that Egor will appreciate the Great!

Mort calmed down a bit, walked over to the table and said heartily, looking at me with frightening spirituality:

Listen to what I wrote yesterday:

With my soul to the boundless worlds

touching

He passed like a spark of light between the living

Closer to the dead

His image of honor is mixed in the blood

With hope

Trampling the strength of enemies with all the menace

countless

He will find a great feeling with the Great

Beside!

- Well, how? This is me about you! Isn't it wonderful?

In complete silence, we exchanged glances with Sanr for a minute.

– Can I sleep again? Looks like he didn't wake up at the right time.

- Don't talk nonsense! Since the Restorer woke you up, then it’s necessary! And you didn't answer my question! Imbued with true creativity?

- Struck. - I honestly admitted, - To the very liver! Straight, I feel them in a disembodied body. And this is... Sanr, my dear! If you suddenly have urgent matters, then I will be happy to help with them, just take it with you, please! BUT? I must go to the coffin!

– And you there too! Thick-skinned ignoramus! - Exclaimed More, understanding me correctly, - I don’t want to see you two!

After that, he sat down at the table, materializing a board with such native earthly chess in front of him and began to ignore us, pretending to be immersed in the game.

He’s good... Sanr whispered in my ear, It’s just that sometimes the torments of creativity" are found on him and others have to suffer from them. Everyone has their weaknesses. I love to sing here.

- Sing?

– Aha!

Suddenly, the woman howled in a thin voice, with some kind of high-pitched sounds that pressed on the brain and made her involuntarily cover her ears with her palms.

- I knew that you're gonna like it! she said contentedly, misinterpreting the tears in my eyes.

- Crap! And I was glad to see you at first! – I frankly admitted, – Why such torture?! You know what? If More's verses are combined with your vocals, Sanr, then there is no need for a destroyer of souls - no Restorer will resurrect! I'm surprised at you! It seems like highly developed beings, they have lived so long, and both, at times, behave in an unknown manner! Where is the wise look and spiritual faces who have known the Truth?

- Did you hear? - Mort looked away from chess for a second, - He just called us idiots. That's all gratitude.

- Egor! Do you really think that we should not act like individuals, but like idiots kicked in the head? Understand! Knowledge is worth nothing if emotions are not attached to it! More writes poetry, I sing, we both argue and make peace! This is real life when there are feelings and pleasure!

- In every joke - there is a share of a joke. I replied, "I just didn’t imagine higher beings like that.

- Wrong interpretation! No high! There are those who know more or less. And if you ever feel that knowledge is preventing you from being yourself, then throw it out of your head - it’s not for the future! And for not appreciating my vocals, I will take revenge!

After these words, a large, fragrant-smelling pie appeared in the hands of Sanr.

- O! With meat and mushrooms! - she said, blissfully closing her eyes with pleasure, - Do you want? Ouch! You don't have a body! Sorry! Then eat, if necessary! Pestilence! Hold on! Tell Yegorushka how successful you are!

Here's the bastard! Knew where to hit! Despite his incorporeality and lack of hunger, he often dreamed of food. I wanted so much to taste it. And here is this...

- Evil you! - I sincerely said, choking on saliva, - Let's go sleep! Please note - on an empty stomach and very disappointed with your behavior! Bon appetit I will not wish!

Lying down on the cube and closing my eyes, I heard the triumphant laughter of this broken couple for a few more seconds. Well, the Sisters gave me mentors, so that these pies across their throats got up!

Another awakening was accompanied by a virtual image of the culinary arts with meat. I know it's been a long time, but that doesn't make it any easier for me.

Jumping off my pedestal, I moved into the rest room. Nobody. Weird! Usually the Elements prepare their relaxation for my appearance. Mora's unfinished game of chess is on the table. I looked closely at the figures - either the cheburashka gives in to itself, or it squints and does not see. Clearly, after three moves, the white pieces will rake in full.

- Did you see something interesting? Mor asked me in a tired voice, appearing behind me.

Who do you root for in the party? For blacks or whites?

- For the whites.

- In vain. Black will win.

- Come on?!

An element of pillars jumped up to me and stared at the board. Today he did not take on the appearance of a polished dude and was himself. Faded coat, no former excitement in the eyes and the feeling that Zarman was tired is not sickly.

- Problems? I asked him sympathetically.

- Enough. – honestly answered he, – Give without details. Good?

Where's Sunr?

- Rakes in his area of responsibility.

- Listen! And why, even though she is a woman, does everyone refer to