Path book 1 Igor

Suddenly, I felt a growing sense of fear. Glancing at the house, I saw how dad, along with the glass, began to slowly but surely fall. Apparently, he removed the fasteners from the glass, and the huge panoramic double-glazed window was simply squeezed out by the pressure drop, and his father could not hold it. I clearly realized that if my father fell, a double-glazed window would fall on top of him, and it was scary to even think about how it might end!

We must save them. I jumped out of my chair in horror, knocking it over, and opened my immaterial white wings. Pain shot through my nerves, it seemed like a mighty, rumbling current rushed inside me, my whole body was filled with strength, it seemed to me that I could lift the whole house! I stretched out my arms, and they shone faintly but clearly, even in the light of day, with a blue-blue light. She pushed this force from herself to her father, who was pressed back by the flow of air along with the glass. The father did not lose his head, snapped the locks back on and took a deep breath. I clearly felt his relief. I staggered from a strong outflow of energy by childish standards and fell to my knees. My father turned around on the stairs, looked at me and understood everything. After sliding down the stairs, he ran towards me.

"Igor, hold on, now we'll call Uncle Dahi and he'll come up with something!" I heard it through the growing buzzing in my ears. Black flies flew into my eyes, turning into black spots as I walked, and everything was covered with darkness and silence.

It seems that he was unconscious for a short time. When I woke up, I felt my father carrying me in his arms, my father's cheek with the hairs of stubble clearly visible loomed before my eyes, he smelled of fear mixed with despair. He was coming up the stairs to my room, and I could hear my mother's sobbing voice and Rattling Ratnait from the kitchen. "He's probably calling an ambulance," a thought stirred sluggishly in my head. There was a terrible weakness all over his body, there was no pain, but even breathing in required some effort. My father turned his face to me, and there were tears in his eyes.

"Daddy, don't cry," she whispered. "I'm fine."

The dad pressed his lips to my cheek:

"Thank you, sweetheart." He carried me into the room and laid me on the bed, and Azanti and Nasara immediately appeared next to me. They're both crying.

"We were so scared for you! You fell down and you're lying like a dead man, Uncle Misha is shaking you down, but you don't care." Azanti said, sobbing.

"And she was glowing all over, just like Bina in biotics training!" This is already Nasara.

"You're a biotic too, probably the only people who use full-fledged magic."

"Be quiet, you babblers!" My father shushed my friends. "Just sit here quietly for a while, okay?"

"Yes, Uncle Mish." they answered in unison.

My father nodded and looked at me with sad, reddened eyes.

"You scared us so much, my son."

"I'm sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean to!" He whispered back.

"My head started to ache and loud noises started to shake me up. My father just smiled sadly.

"Of course I didn't want to! You saved me, I would have broken down if it hadn't been for you, or even at all...."

The door opened, my mother ran in, saw me on the bed, met my eyes, came over and somehow folded herself, burying herself in my legs. Her shoulders shook, and she burst into tears.

I touched my mother's head with my hand, which weighed like a couple of pounds, and whispered:

"Don't cry, Mommy, please, everything will be fine!" Next to her, hugging each other, her friends were crying in six eyes. I felt sleepy, and I blacked out.

In my sleep, I heard a quiet conversation between Ratnait and mom: our blue doctor was explaining to mom that nothing irreparable had happened to me.

"Severe nervous overload, Dayan. I'm actually surprised that at that age it all showed up! But, surprisingly, everything worked out! She'll be fully recovered in four days."

"But what about next?"

"And what's next? He will go to secondary school, study with our girls, and by the age of 17-18 he will become one of the strongest human magicians."

Mom came up to me and kissed me on the forehead. She whispered,

"Sleep, my little one, get well soon."

I woke up suddenly in my bed, my body was feeling increasing discomfort. I looked up at the bedside table — it was 5:00 on the small alarm clock. Wow! Well done, already twelve hours in a row! However, the discomfort was getting worse. I pushed back the blanket, hmm, my hands seem to be working. He noticed that I wasn't wearing anything, and he sat down. My head started spinning, black dots flashed in my eyes, and I fell back down. The discomfort got worse, and I started to panic. Then I noticed a chair standing by the window. It's strange, I don't have chairs in my room.... Just a bed, a table, and a soft carpet with a low terminal on the floor. They brought it, apparently, but why? Then I realized that someone was sleeping in the chair. In the uncertain light of the morning twilight, I saw blonde hair. Only my father and Deniska have them. But the folder, with all its desire, will not be able to sleep in the chair, and the sleeper got into it with his feet.

"Disya!" I called softly. "Disya, wake up!"

"Eh? What? Who's there?" My brother jumped up. "Snake, is that you?"

"No, it's an old warka shaman! Disha, help me! Hurry up, I can't take it anymore! Disya!"

"Yes, yes, I'm coming." My brother came up to the bed, looked at me, and, most importantly, I was naked. A little red brother quietly picked me up in his arms and carried me to my private bathroom. He brought it, put it in front of the toilet, I immediately began to fall over, my brother immediately stopped being embarrassed, anxiety and fear flared up in my feelings, he stood up, took me by the shoulders and straightened my roll.

"Is that okay, Little Snake? Just don't fall down, okay?"

"Here you go," I whispered. I did my job and told my brother to take it back. He took it. He laid her down and covered me with a blanket, no longer embarrassed at all. He sat on the edge of the bed and began running his fingers through my hair.

"How are you, Snake? We were all so scared for you! Azat, as soon as he heard, even fell off his bike, he was in such a hurry to get to you."

I smiled:

"Daddy is an Azath."

"Heh, heh, heh! That's right, Little Snake," my brother laughed. "I'll tell everyone tomorrow!"

"Don't, Dishia. Bina would torture him. And Nasara and Azanti will not stay away!"

"Whatever you say, little brother."

My brother leaned over and kissed me on the temple:

"Go back to sleep! Ratnait says sleep is your first medicine. I'll sit in the chair and look after you."

"The door banged." Oh, the head nanny has come! My brother said with a smile. A red muzzle floated into view, and a long tail loomed in the background.

"Mr-ru?" and anxiety in the feelings, they say, "how are you, you wayward human cub?" "Mrrr?!"

"Come here, my cat!" I slap the bed with my palm. The cat jumps on the bed and immediately lies down next to it. I hug him, bury my fingers in his soft fur, and, with a loud rumble, I fall asleep again.

The second time, I was woken up by the sun peeking through the window. A Bars is sleeping next to him, stretched out at full length, with a bright head visible in the armchair. He'll look after it, of course! He sleeps like a groundhog. It's 10:30 on the clock. The door hisses, I feel someone crawling on the bed, I turn my head and meet the gaze of attentive gray eyes. A moment passes, and I'm doused with intense joy.

"Hello, Vanya." I whisper.

"Igor." and children's arms wrap around my neck. "Are you awake yet?" The younger one whispers. "I made you some tea and made you some sandwiches. By myself!"

"I slowly sit up in bed, my head is spinning, but it's bearable. Vanya, help me get dressed."

My brother rushes to my locker, pulls out swimming trunks and long gray shorts with a white T-shirt with a dragon print. I'm getting dressed somehow with the help of my younger brother. I hug my brother, and we slowly go downstairs to drink tea. Deniska did not wake up, the elder was dying.

We are sitting in the kitchen with Vanka, drinking tea. His sandwiches are mighty chunks of bread with mountains of piled ingredients. It is clear that the younger one tried, albeit not very skillfully, but with all his heart! I feel that tea and sandwiches give me strength. My head is not spinning at all, my mood is climbing up. Vanka, seeing my smile and contented look, just blossoms.

"Did you like it, Igor?!"

"Yes, Vanechka, you're just great."

My brother was already blooming, a blush flushed on his cheeks.

"I tried so hard. Did you really, really like it?"

No, well, what a charm my youngest is, because he's only five years old, and there's enough care for everyone!

"I really liked it, Vanya!"

My brother's vivid feelings blow out the remnants of my melancholy, we sit and silently smile at each other. I stagger over to the kitchen unit and start making us scrambled eggs and bacon. Vanka's sandwiches certainly went well, but I still want to eat.

The door hisses, and the kitchen is flooded with surprise, which is very quickly replaced by a feeling of intense relief. I turn my head and see my mom. She's leaning on the doorjamb with her right hand, her left hand is pressed to her chest, and there are tears in her eyes again.

"Mommy, I made breakfast!" Vanka shouts. "And Igor fed me! But this swallow is hungry anyway."

"Hi, Mom, and I'm making scrambled eggs for us." I'm talking quietly. "Will he cook for you too?"

"Yes, thanks honey. How are you?"

"The weakness is still small, but everything is fine."

I put portions on plates for me and Vanka. And then I add a new batch of bacon and eggs to the pan. I'll make Mom a bigger portion right now. She comes up to me, squats down and hugs me, and I cling to her. We are silent, words are superfluous, everything is already clear. Vanka ran up to us, hugged both of us and said softly:

"You're the best, my mom and my brother!"

We look at him, and his gray eyes are serious. Suddenly he smiles, and from his smile the whole burden of worries falls off mom like a husk. She laughs and kisses her brother.

"You are our darling, Vanya! What would we do without you!"

"We were hungry!"

Loud laughter fills the kitchen, Mom laughs, I laugh, Vanka laughs loudly. Along with laughter, the fear and tension of the last 24 hours go away. I dump the scrambled eggs on my mom's plate. And I sit down at the table smiling.

My father comes into the kitchen, and I can feel his joy at the sight of my laughing face. He comes up to me, puts his hands on my shoulders and hugs me tightly, I turn around and hug his neck and forcefully press against his unshaven cheek. I whisper:

"I was so scared for you, Daddy! How did you do that?! You're an engineer, you said so yourself!"

"Oh, don't tell me, sweetheart! I owe you my life now, son!"

"You don't owe me anything, Daddy!"

"Why is that?"

"Because! Because you're my daddy, and that's enough!"

The sun is shining brightly outside, flooding the world with warmth. Bright warm rays are shining from the window. I feel like I want to go out in the sun, sit in an armchair and bask. I tell my parents about it. Dad picks me up in his arms and carries me out into the yard, sits me down in an armchair. I'm sitting and basking in the yellow rays of our star. There is peace all around, our tree is quietly rustling its leaves, small birds are squeaking in the branches. Insects are flying with a loud buzz. There is a clanging sound from the neighboring plot, it's Uncle Anker who pulled out the lawn mower and was about to take care of the lawn. He saw me, his eyes flew open, and his emotions were one of surprise, joy, and relief.

"Igor! I see you're feeling better."

"Yes, Uncle Anker! Here, I'm basking in the sun. Call Azanti, please."

He goes to the door of the house, opens it and shouts inside:

"Azanti! Azanti! Come here, Igor is in the yard."

Azanti flies out of the house like a disheveled sparrow, peering at me, joy in her emotions. He runs up to the chair and throws his arms around my neck. The chair staggered from the impact and crashed down with us on the grass. Damn, we're going up now... Azanti continued hugging me, squealing happily.

"Igor! Little Igor! I was so worried, I didn't sleep half the night, I kept thinking about you! Are you okay?!"

"Well, almost! Azanti get off me, you'll crush me. Damn, help me up, please. Uncle Anker, please raise the chair!

Gina recoiled and blushed deeply.

"I'm sorry, Igor! I was very happy about it! Let me help you into the chair." Uncle Anker lifted the chair and returned to the lawn mower. Azanti helped me sit back down in my chair. You sit for a while, and I'll get some berry juice. Won't you have some juice?"

"Of course I will. Bring it on." I say with a smile.

"I'll be right there, I'll be quick!" my friend rattled on the run and disappeared into the house.

Anker fastened a plastic grass tank to the lawn mower, checked the battery charge, flipped the switch, and the lawn mower began to clatter softly with knives. Slowly pushing her in front of him, whistling and dancing, he walked across the lawn in front of the house. Walking along the decorative fence separating our plots, he stopped, turned off the mower and asked me.

"What do you think, Igor? Will I be able to make... what's his name... an English lawn?"

"Uncle Anker, you have to mow him all the time, and plant grass. Well, in 20-30 years, maybe your lawn will grow." I remembered my life in England in another incarnation. Although I usually live in Ireland. I like it there.

"Hmm... we Batarians have been living for quite a long time, so I have every chance to verify this statement!"

I tilted my head to my right shoulder and nodded slightly. Uncle Anker smiled, returned my bow, turned on the mower and, whistling, continued his interrupted occupation. Azanti slowly came out of the Natol house, carrying a round tray on which stood a pot-bellied decanter with a blood-red liquid and two tall thick-walled glass glasses. My friend slowly walked towards me. It seems to be a heavy tray. Gina carefully looked at her feet and often stopped. Deniska appeared on my doorstep, stretched himself sweetly until he crunched, looked around, saw me and smiled. What a beautiful smile my brother has, shining! In general, I noticed that the teeth of the inhabitants of Mendoir almost do not hurt. Is the food different? Yes, it seems that we all eat the same things as on Earth. My brother looked at Gina hobbling along, chuckled, shook his head, went over to her and took the tray away.