Pupil of magicians of a rainbow

– The stranger, you arrived from other world to our world with the name «Centroniya». Your memory of other world until your capture by the witch is closed for me. Therefore, we cannot release you just like that. Especially as you know nothing about this world at all and do not know local language.

– Dress this amulet, it will help communication until you learn to tell and understand our language.

The goblin approached me and gave an amulet on a rope. Having put on it a neck, I addressed the leader:

– What will be with me? Why you left me in live?

– Ancestral spirits told me that in you there is a magic spark. And it means that you can leave the good magician at due desire and training. I can train you in what I am able to do itself, but you will have to swear an oath on blood in devotion to my tribe, or can go wherever one wishes. But know if you leave now, then most likely you will die. Around there are a lot of dangers which to you without knowledge and the help not to experience. You have time to think till tomorrow’s morning for now go have a rest. Also remember, Noted that we the only tribe of goblins, which does not eat people…

I was taken away by the same goblins «escorts» back in that pathetic tent in which I regained consciousness. Lying on straw, I tried to collect the thoughts. What turns out, I actually in other world and it is not similar to a hallucination. Here really there is a magic and I am a potential magician??

Probably the leader did not leave me the choice, to go now to uncertainty means to die. But also there is no wish to swear an oath somehow. In the world of magic, judging by books, oaths have much bigger value, than in the native world. It was lucky that these goblins do not eat people, and that to be to me their lunch. And a name that what at the leader – Gliston, suitable (I burst out laughing internally).

With these thoughts to me the dream came, but long did not allow to have a sleep to me.

– Hey Noted get up – two goblins stood nearby. One with a spear, and here the second probably was female, judging by half-open green rotundities. She held in hand a bowl with something not bad smelling.

– Is you will be?

– Yes, I will be. Thanks for food.

Took from it a bowl with some soup by the form consisting of an unclear grass and broth. Here reached me that I perfectly understand them. But when I speak, I pronounce it seems native words and in too time as if I break language over pronunciation of words unfamiliar to me. Food was frankly nasty, but a little nutritious. Having eaten, I began to reflect over the unenviable destiny and did not even notice how I fell asleep. Having woken up, I saw that light of the morning sun makes the way through holes in a tent, in the head cleared up, there was a wish that – to undertake that. Having looked out of a tent found two hour goblins guarding at my tent.

– I am ready to a meeting with the leader, take away me to him. – I told them.

We reached quickly, because the village was small and had almost a hundred small tents capable of accommodating no more than five hundred goblins.

In a tent Gliston already sat on «throne» and having stared at me, asked:

– Did you make the decision the Stranger by the name of Vladimir?

– I agree to your conditions the leader Gliston – I blurted out, having understood that I and had no choice per se. The instinct of self-preservation cried out that it is necessary to agree or I in this world will not last out also day unaided.

– Approach and extend a hand forward, I need your blood for fulfillment of a ritual of an oath.

Having internally shrunk from fear, I gave it a hand.

– About ancestral spirits of the tribe a green grass, accept blood of this person who wants to join the ranks of our tribe. Shaman, holding in his right hand his sugar with a skull, taking in the left ritual dagger, slightly cut my palm. Then having palmed off the staff under blood drops, waited so far several drops will fall to a staff. Empty eye-sockets of a staff blazed bad green light.

The shaman began to smile and only wanted to tell something how eye-sockets of a staff blazed in red color. The staff consisting of a set of small skulls suddenly brightly flashed and was scattered by gray dust. The shaman in mute dullness looked at the ashes which remained from a staff, and then, having focused the eyes poured by blood on Vladimir, cried:

– Get out of our land, you have the seal of goddamn blood, you do not belong here, man!

– But how so? I hoped that you would help me.

– On you there is a mark of blood of the admirer spiteful demon Lyutoglaz, and he so just will not release you any more, he needs your soul.

And here as if flash the inspiration came: on me blood of the wicked witch Garvena got and there were even traces on a body as if from burns.

– And where to me to move? – Sadly I from myself squeezed out.

– Go to lands of people, and do not come back, here are not glad to you.

– Fast-legs, you will see this person to border of people as far as you will be able – the leader addressed one of the goblins standing nearby.

– Gliston, but is not simpler to kill this person and problems will be less? – Bystronog at the leader took an interest, gloomy glancing at me.

– It is impossible to kill him, it will be looked for and then will contact us, and excess problems are not necessary to us.

And quickly, he cannot stay with us for long – as if something very scared, said the shaman. Then the shaman called that goblin and began to whisper something in their language, but judging by the expression of his face, whether it was something good.

The bad presentiment wakened in me and in spite of the fact that I was promised to be seen to people, I was by no means not quiet. Collecting did not take a lot of time. In total through half of hour we with my gloomy conductor walked through the woods towards the of Bystronog was equipped with short hunting onions with a quiver of arrows and a spear of nasty quality. On the way I tried get to talking the goblin, left me a medallion. Probably were afraid of it to take away because of the words of the shaman about a mark of the demon, but the soldier was silent.

So we by the evening reached the foothills and began rise to pass them. On a lodging for the night located in an imperceptible depression in the ground on a slope of the mountain and, having a little had a bite, settled to sleep.

At night, I woke up from a rough poke of the stupid party of a spear. When wanted to be indignant already from so ill-treatment, saw Bystronog doing characteristic gesture of silence. In me, the fear woke up.

– Get up, it is necessary to leave urgently, I feel danger – the goblin – the hunter whispered. Honestly, from the wood through which they went later some time the short roar, which developed into noise of an animal fight, was heard.

Having quickly gathered, we carefully continued our rise on the mountain in the twilight. Through what – that time in the sky because of mountains seemed two moon as if two twins floating on a sky. Rise complicated the blown strong wind; it blew a body through as if there were no clothes.

– Let’s take rest here – Bystronog showed towards imperceptible deepening in the rock – here we will hide from wind and we will have a sleep.

I, desiccated and frozen from the wind, curled up with a cripple inside a forced place for a night out. A little warm, I went to sleep, but the goblin apparently was not going to sleep.

I woke up from a quiet scrape of stone about a stone quite near and a formidable fish of a dozen swallows. The wall I slept at went away and had dirty, healthy kids with guns in their hands. I did not even have time to be scared, as I saw that one of these children with fangs protruding from the mouth on a green hare swung at me with some stick. My head was burned by pain and through the darkening consciousness I saw that Fast justified his name by running away quickly.

Chapter 2. In captivity of orks

I had a strange dream – I, tied on my hands and feet, lie in a small cave with low vaults in a pile of some cloth and watch myself as if from the outside. And here the voice – Hi the stranger behind was distributed.

I smoothly turned back as if forcing the way through water in the pool and was stupefied with what was seen —

In front of me stood or rather paraded a transparent silhouette of a man buried in armor from his feet to his head with an open fence. He held a transparent long two-handled staff in hand and smiling looked at me. Behind his back, he saw a cone-shaped shield, and behind his belt, a one-handed sword in knives was pushed.

– Ghost? – reached me.

– Yes a ghost – he grinned – Unlike you.

– Why? How? – Pinned with fear I uttered or wanted to utter, but he understood me.

– I am a ghost of the killed fighting magician, and you is similar, only – that the initiated young man with abilities to magic, time you appeared out of the body, and your body lies hardly live nearby. Look on yourself – what you see?

After examining myself, I found myself dressed in my favorite earthly clothes, consisting of jeans with a ruby and shoes on my feet, but everything was a little transparent.

– These are your habitual clothes, the image which is subconsciously taken from your head. – the magician explained.

– But why you here? And what is your name? – I took an interest.