The Labyrinth of Inter-Time
Juriy Tashkinov
© Juriy Tashkinov, 2024
ISBN 978-5-0062-2850-4
Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero
Part 1. The Mystery of the Order of the Vernikov
Chapter 1. The world behind the mountain
A lonely mountain broke away from a huge mountain range reaching to the very horizon. The seemingly endless blue sea eagerly caught the reflections of the tired sun, which was trying with its last strength not to drown.
How long can you endure! the girl shouted, breaking away from the guys embrace.
Well, go! he said, trying not to show emotions, so as not to escalate the already tense situation. Although everything was boiling inside. Is someone holding you?
She sobbed a couple of times and walked away, muttering something under her breath. And he, without turning around, walked in the other direction.
They came here to mend relationships that were falling apart at the seams like an old shirt. But you cant make a broken vase new. It seemed like this was the end.
He walked a little more, and one could already see the last reflections of the dying Sun on the surface of the sea. He always dreamed of watching the sunset at sea. And finally, the romantics dream came true, but did this make my soul warmer?
He lit a cigarette to drown the ghost of a lost feeling in tobacco smoke. And then he took out a flask to drink some bitter whiskey. And dont care about the Highway Patrol. Today he can do anything!
Dorian! he heard the echo of a well-known voice. Former grievances immediately evaporated, and he rushed to the side where his beloveds voice came from.
Twenty steps. Two hundred. Five hundred.
Angel! he shouted, and the mountains echoed him with a long echo. Angel, where are you?
Only an echo was the answer.
He stopped only for a few seconds to catch his breath, and then began to run further. When he had no more strength, he shouted again:
Angel!
And again silence.
Angel, my love! Where are you?
How often do we realize that we have lost a loved one when he is no longer around.
Dorian looked around and realized: something was wrong! It seems like the same mountain, the same sea on the horizon. The air is not like that at all. Oh yes! How could he not notice right away: the sun was on the other side. He didnt remember the night at all, but during his run the evening gave way to morning, and somewhere behind the mountain the first rays of sunshine flickered.
He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasnt dreaming.
At least Ill take a swim in the sea!
He had to walk for quite a long time: he never found the car. Angel probably left without even saying goodbye. Dorian stripped naked, because there was no one to be shy in this wilderness, and rushed into the cool water. It was his first time at sea. And for the first time I saw such crystal clear water!
We need to buy a house on the beach.
What clean air, there is no familiar smog that was a constant companion of megacities. Having got out of the water, the guy lay down on a stone to dry off. And then he pulled on his trousers. He wrapped the shirt around his waist, because the sun was already starting to get hot.
An unfamiliar sound was heard nearby, and Dorian walked in its direction. Behind a small ledge stood He didnt immediately remember the name of this creature. Locker? Curl? Oh yes, a horse. I once saw these in Cinema. But this is an almost extinct species! Where does the horse come from here? They say there are no more than a hundred of them left, and they live in the Reserve.
There was a bag nearby. He opened it, seeing a lot of food items. Ah, thats what was missing for so many hours!
The dried lamb filled my empty stomach with a pleasant lump. But its real lamb! Not the usual meat substitute, but a completely natural product! The last time he ate meat was as a child, while his father worked as a Guardian. They had direct supply of first-class products. Dorian was envied by everyone in the class when he brought a fresh apple, and not jam from a tube, like everyone else, or a raw potato, and not custard mashed potatoes made from starch. But then my father was taken away, accused of participating in a conspiracy.
He continued to lie there, reminiscing about old times when something cold pressed against his neck. A tall young albino stood next to him, his sword pressed to Dorians throat.
Thief! What do you need here? How long have you been spying on me? Who sent you? the strangers eyes glowed with anger and irritation.
Nobody sent me! I came myself. Is this your place?
You lie next to my horse, faithful Dolt, eat my food, and dare to say that you ended up here by accident? I havent believed in coincidences for a long time! Speak! Who are you?
My name is Dorian. And you?
As if you dont know yourself! said the stranger.
Nobody sent me! How many times should I tell you? Calm down, guy! Lets put down your weapon and we can talk in a peaceful atmosphere. I have some whiskey, we can drink to meet you. And Ill pay for your food, if necessary. Dont be so angry about it.
The albino lowered his sword and sat down on a stone.
Sorry if I offended you in any way. I have no one to trust, life disappoints people. Call me White Wolf,» with these words he extended his hand. Dorian shook it hesitantly.
A wolf? What a strange name?
«I took this name for myself when a white wolf saved me from a pack of fellow tribesmen. You know that it is better not to reveal your real name to anyone, so that demons and magicians do not take over your mind.
Dorian glanced sideways at the strangers sword, so he did not make comments about «demons and magicians.» Fate sends him strange friends after all!
The wolf rummaged in the bag and took out an apple. Then he pulled out another one.
Will you? he handed the fruit to Dorian.
They sat like that for a while in silence and chewed the delicacy.
Where are you going? the albino interrupted the silence.
We need to go home, to Stelton. I just dont know how to get there! The girl took the car, and the wallet was in the glove compartment. Youll have to hitchhike.
Are you seriously from Stelton?! the stranger rose to his feet, again pointing his sword at Dorian. I told you that you are a spy! How did you know the name of my hometown? Who sent you?
Will you ever calm down! You need to treat your paranoia, White Wolf. What spies!
A person from my hometown couldnt be here!
Yes, the world is not a small place, but you should never rule out the possibility that fellow countrymen can meet a couple of thousand miles from their home!
I havent been home for more than ten years. Ever since I came into this world.
You know, by your appearance we can say that you came into this world more than twenty years ago. And not like all the children, but that the aliens forgot about you when they left the planet!
How long have you been here?
Here at the sea? Or how long ago did you «come into this world»? Im twenty-five, if that, and I came into this world at birth!
It looks like youve been here quite recently. I want to make you happy you crossed the portal.
What?! Fuck you! Psycho! Abnormal!
Patience comes to an end sooner or later. First, the girl with her «corrals». Now this one. Dorian turned to walk away from his strange acquaintance. But a huge dragonfly suddenly appeared before his eyes, which the White Wolf cut in half with his sword.
«What the» said Dorian, and fainted.
***
He opened his eyes when the sun was at its zenith. The White Wolf poured water on him.
Looks like youre not a spy. My real name is Eleon. What area did you live in?
Near White Square. What was it? This is huge,» Dorian suddenly remembered the strange creature.
Strekkil. These are often found in these parts. You may or may not believe me, but you ended up in Seisil.
What?
This is what the locals call this world. I came here completely by accident when I was fourteen. I was running from the gang, and didnt even notice how I crossed the portal. And there was no turning back. Its okay, its also quite good here, I was able to find a home here.
Then Dorian remembered how he walked around the entire area and did not see a single trace of a car. This clean air, the sun, which turned out to be on the other side. Dragonfly. Horse! So many coincidences.
Although, you shouldnt even communicate with him, so as not to become infected with madness.
What is the year now? Dorian asked.
One hundred and thirtieth era of the eighty-fourth King Henry.
Okay, its worth going with this weirdo. At least until the first traces of civilization. After all, he wont get far without a car, but at least the psycho has a horse.
So where are you going?
«To the House of the Sorcerer, the great royal castle,» answered the White Wolf.
The sorcerers house Okay, the main thing is not to be too surprised. For Eleon these are quite normal words. Never mind, civilization is very close, you wont have to endure it for long!
Can I go with you?
My path is not close and is full of various dangers! I cant involve others in my problems!
Dont leave me here alone! said Dorian.
***
Riding a horse together with another guy is a dubious pleasure. Cinema usually showed a brave adventurer carrying a beautiful lady on a horse. But its time to get used to the fact that life is not Cinema.
Half an hour and Dorian rubbed his crotch, sat on his leg, a complete «bouquet».
When the sun began to sink below the horizon, they decided to stop at a nearby village on the outskirts of the forest. With every mile, Dorians hope of meeting civilization became less and less. Are there really still places untouched by Megacities?
Chapter 2. Execution at sunset
Every self-respecting gossip has at least once been to a tavern called the Old Magician. And today the hall was filled with guests, and old Halfrids treasury was filled with gold. The beer flowed like a river, and the out of breath young beauty only had time to bring more and more mugs of foamy drink and take away the empty ones.
Suzanne, three more mugs! one of the guests shouted.
«Teddy hmm Maybe hmm thats enough?.. hmm,» said his comrade, with difficulty overcoming a hiccup.
Why, Dil? Ali, arent you having fun on this beautiful fine evening?
I hmm to be honest hmm not very good with gold
Dont worry, buddy! Im treating you! Suzanne, three more mugs and fried lanels with maize sauce! Teddy said, slapping the innkeepers helpful daughter on the thighs.
Hands off! Otherwise Ill tell my father everything! He will definitely throw you out onto the street! the girl squealed offendedly.
Its good for you that you shouted! Bring the beer, I tell you!
The girl hurried to fulfill the order, mincing through the dense rows of tables in the room saturated with the smell of beer, just to quickly get rid of the «dork,» as she called him, who was not allowing her passage.
Have you heard the latest news? said the man, sitting down with two drunken comrades.
Whats new, Willie? asked Teddy.
«Tomorrow at sunset there will be an execution,» Willie answered.
Magicians again? Teddy clarified.
Serves them right! There is no point in embarrassing the good people with your tricks! Willie raised his voice slightly.
«Im a bit of a magician myself,» said Teddy. So I may also fall out of favor with the Anti-Witch League. After all, I dont have the right to magic. Who will be executed this time?
Children of the local clerk Herold.
These impudent inquisitors have completely loosened their belts! There is no peace for them! Teddy hit the table with his fist.
And most importantly hmm.. the king hmm will not protect! Dil said, raising his head from the table.
And I thought it was a sinful thing that you fell asleep! Willie laughed.
Henry will protect! said Teddy. He doesnt care about us! Its called the king! Who needs nothing but science! A great magician is a useless ruler! I think even our clerk would become a better ruler, and no less a scientist!
In a heated conversation, the regulars of this establishment did not notice how Suzanne and a gray-haired, mustachioed, wiry man approached them.
Greetings, Halfrid! Willie said, but the innkeeper did not notice the outstretched hand. He looked at his comrade with eyes full of anger and hatred.
Teddy! Youve been harassing my daughter again! I have already warned you more than once!
You misunderstood everything!
Get out! And never cross the threshold of my tavern! Ill see you one more time, and you wont waste any more air intended for honest people! the angry father grabbed the drunkards collar. And he flew away, hitting his back against the corner of the table Teddy was a sorcerer, albeit weak and illegal. Three more strong guys ran up to the lout the sons of the old innkeeper. The three men, who had recently been quietly chatting about public policy issues, jumped to their feet. Dil began waving a knife, Willie a fragment of a broken bottle, and Teddy had a weapon of enchantment invisible to others.
Get Teddy alive! shouted Halfrid. He is an illegal magician! He must be handed over to the Anti-Witch League, as the Law says!
One of the innkeepers sons grabbed a knife from Dil, who could barely stand on his feet, and now crossed him with Willies broken bottle. And the careless owner of the bladed weapon fell to the floor and tried unsuccessfully to get up. Two other strong guys tied Teddy up. Then the three of them grabbed Willie and threw him out into the street. Dil also flew after him.
Throw Ted in the closet! Halfrid said.
And so every day: beer flows like a river, new gossip pours in from all sides, the bored sons of the tavern owner have something to occupy their fists in peacetime. Everyone is having fun, there is bread and circuses, everyone is happy.
But one guest is not having fun today. An albino with red eyes sits silently with a friend, lost in thought and finishing more than his first mug of intoxicating drink. But even beer haunts him from bitter thoughts and memories.
***
A huge hall made of white marble. In the center of the hall is a long stone table. At the head of the table sits a long-bearded old man the Master of the Brotherhood of the Defenders of the Crown. Behind him flies the flag of a secret organization:
Two people entered the hall.
«Weve all gathered today» the master of the brotherhood began, not paying attention to the newcomers. The rest of the meeting participants remained silent.
Congratulations, master! You have joined us again! one of the new arrivals shouted in joy.
What are you talking about, Ilan? I am always with you! I will never leave you! the elder absentmindedly looked around, seemingly taken by surprise by this simple question.
But you, Master Avinius, returned from prison today! Two hours back talked with you in the mirror.
Any, even the weakest, magician could bend the bars without much effort, so special prisons were created for sorcerers. The condemned person touched the enchanted mirror and found himself in a separate world. And everyone could see the prisoner using a special object in the form of a coin, which must be brought to any mirror. But real freedom could only be given by a magician who entered the world through the looking glass or the king personally.
By the mirror? You are probably on Sun overheated! Today like this heat! Avinius playfully waved his palms near his face.
Whats wrong with you, Ilan? I spent the whole morning preparing the meeting with the master! said Sorenius, one of the brotherhood members. So who were you talking to in the mirror?