What is the lovely day today, isn't it, my friend? Handful sunlight, bird singing, a light breeze, bringing an exciting smell of adventures from the sea. Ah, what a balance! As if in the post, the weather master again, old Ilfit. Close your eyes-and it seems that under the arches of the Anfilada School of Magic, the sound of catching up steps and the familiar voice of one of the teachers are again heard: “Mon Hay, wait, I need to discuss with you the class schedule next week!”
Everything is like then in my native world ...
It was the world of magic and witchcraft-yes, do not be surprised, the world belonged to us, magicians, we became a force that did not need money and power, only a craving for knowledge and secrets attracted our impatient, daring hearts.
Sa`art, so he was called, the central world of our branch, a world where magic became so skillful that many generally considered us the gods. Something in our evolution went wrong ... No, in combat magic we were no stronger than the sorcerers of other worlds, but the secondary worlds created by us cited even divine entities, who worshiped our far from quiet corner.
And the lies?! You probably don't know what lies are! Rather, who. Oh ... Another feature of Sa`art magicians. A liking or a lie is duplicating the entities of true magicians, depending on whether a man you or a woman. After final exams at the school, when the magician passed the dedication, a luxury, who was initially an invisible part of the magician himself, had the opportunity to get his own physical shape, that is, the body. From this moment, the Wrank was faced with a choice: whether he still remained a part of the magician, abandoning his body, or to find his body and become a magician as an assistant, or generally start life separately, making that he would like to. Would you see your face now.
In exactly such a day, our story began, in Sa`art, at the School of Magic, where, under my leadership, several graduates were preparing to begin to perform a key exam, namely, to go to the Interminee and create their secondary world, which must exist and, curls up, and, curls. , disappear.
It all started with Tigura, a smart guy with lively shining eyes and light, slightly red hair. He was ready, like no other. Dreamer ... On that day, I called the boy to appear in front of the rector of the school in order to start counting the time of his main test.
