Apart from the treetops, where Isilar's pale light fell, darkness enveloped everything. It was the second day of the year, called Ball, in the third month of Gelift. The full moon heightened the fear of man; it was one of those nights on which no creature ventured forth alone. Despite this, a shadowy, hooded figure moved through the dark forest. It silently avoided protruding branches; from a distance, it seemed to hover a few centimeters above the ground, drifting through the forest floor, guided by a strange force. Isilar was behaving strangely that night; the spots on him formed a strange, mocking smile, the glow surrounding him on one side drawing a smaller circle, as if restrained by something. Ball's days were always marked by intense magical activity. This time, one could feel the stuffiness of the air, if such a thing even existed. In any case, it was not worth playing with illusions and other powers on this day.
The creature moved incredibly quickly, but it didn't swerve violently back and forth, and there was no trace of nervousness. In this case, the mysterious calm could have been unsettling. The figure suddenly stopped its drift, crouched, and pulled back its hood, revealing long, black strands of hair, revealing pointed ears. It was definitely not human, but its face was impossible to see, as it was still lowered and hidden in the darkness. He picked up a few leaves and immediately dropped them.
"Straight," he said in his mind, but in an unimaginable way, the echo responded several times, "Straight, straight, straight..." He ignored this paranormal phenomenon; he'd expected such an effect; it might even have been a delusion.
The rocky mound, previously hidden by the cloak of night, now revealed its vastness.
"There it is," he whispered, peering into a gap in the rubble.
He quietly squeezed through the opening and saw a crouched figure, probably searching for something. He lit his lantern, attached to his small backpack. The glow illuminated the room. The figure stood abruptly and looked him in the face.
"For the glory of Isilar, someone has finally found me, and I thought I would die of fright." He didn't know the man he'd encountered, but there was joy in his voice. "
I wasn't looking for you at all; you must have made a mistake, and so was I." He turned and turned to leave.
"Wait!" He stopped. "Can I come with you?" The question brought surprise to the hooded figure's face.
"No," he said firmly.
"Why?" – He looked at his black robe and face. He saw strange ears, and his skin was unusually pale. – Ah! Magos! And an elf too!
– So what?
– What? I've heard of you, you help others, after all.
– Then you heard wrong.
"And why is your face so pale?" he asked inquisitively. Only now, as the angle of the light changed, did he notice that his face was still strangely scratched. The skin on his hands was similar. "Don't you use any healing masks, herbs? Have you seen yourself in a mirror?" He looked slightly flustered.
"You miserable human, don't let too much interest you. Maybe I can be of some use after all." He uttered the last sentence in his mind. "Why are you hiding here?
" "I knew it!" He smiled as broadly as he could. "I knew I intrigued you a bit. I'm brave, aren't I?
" "I'd say rather stupid." The words were saturated with irony. "Tell me then.
" "Sure. Oh, I can't! No one will believe me that I met an elf magos." Despite all the pleasantries, the elf still kept his distance. He didn't know why, but he didn't trust him. He felt a slight falsehood. He covered his ears with his hair. "It was like this." At noon, Zala, I wanted to go to the inn to squander my worries in a strong beer…
"Get to the point!" He interrupted
. "Oh yes, yes! So I was scared of the woman.
" "That's what I thought.
" "Hey! But she wasn't an ordinary woman. I followed her because she was acting strangely, was she walking crouching, afraid or something? I thought she might lead me somewhere, I hid behind a tree, and suddenly... Bang! And she rolled out of nowhere, a beautiful girl like I'd never seen in my life. I said hello, I held out my hand, and she had two swords. One was two meters long, no matter what I said, probably three, the other a bit shorter." He waved his arms enthusiastically, gesticulating, and trying to recreate the whole event. "She put one to my neck and said. But what a beautiful voice that was…
" "You're annoying me, man.
" "I'll finish soon." And she says in her nymphal voice, "Don't follow me, I know he sent you... I have to kill you." I tried to explain that it was a mistake, but I already felt the cold steel of the sword on my throat and then on my legs. I ran so fast that I even caught a hare and hid here.
"What?" He pondered. He knew something wasn't true. He was sure she would have killed him after the sentence he'd heard her say. She was wrong, but she wouldn't spare such an idiot; it wasn't like her. Was he hiding something? I don't know, I won't press him, and he's already talked too much. Maybe I'm wrong. I don't know. "Where's the nearest village here? You'll take me there.
" "Yes, indeed. It's an honor for me to accompany such a person. But I don't think you're looking for her; I've never seen such a fighting woman before," he replied. "I don't want to meet her again."
"You guessed my thoughts.
" "What?! Then I'm not going." – He turned and sat down on a rock.
– It's not. – He walked away.
"Wait!" After a moment, he heard a familiar voice behind him and the sound of someone running. He should have expected this. "What? After all, I'm going with a magos, and an elf at that.
" "Not a word about it." She looked him in the face and pierced him with a menacing glare.
"Of course. Of course! You're human, after all, how could I have been fooled? Of course, a human like no other. But I guess you can't hide a magos, so do something about that face. I heard a mask made of jute is perfect for delicate skin.
" "And I heard you could get hit in the head right now. Go and don't say anything, unless you can't even do that.
" "Of course." I shut my mouth and say nothing. And how do you know that woman? Could it be about love?
" "Shut up!"
"Okay, if you don't want to talk, then don't. You're strange, you know, but you're a savior after all."
They disappeared behind a gray fog that appeared suddenly for unknown reasons and spread until it encompassed the entire area around the forest.
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