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I have more strong pressed a hand to a bag. If the cup possesses any power it now is very necessary for me! Crowned! it! I aspired to create in the memory of their image to make them for myself.The woman still stood - creation of the one who corrected in this nest of harm. Probably, it or it, yet have not understood that I had a protection. The desire still was very strong, my body besides my will pulled forward, to it, heat burnt me. I desperately struggled with myself, tried to convince myself, what is it only illusion - but could not pick up proper words.
I have fallen to knees, was spread on the earth, but me pulled, pulled to it. I clung to all in my memory as drowning grasps at a straw as dying tries to inflate last spark of a life in itself. But I could not master the body though knew well that I am am waited by death.
The figure in a light oval has changed. Now there there was no attracting woman. There there was a man, high, well combined, on a head it had a crown from bound it horns. It had a quiet proud face of the present lord. And he gave a hand to me, me deprived of a sort, deprived of a clan, to the deprived name. Now I will be never lonely. It is necessary to me to accept this hand and I any more will not be the mean distant relative, I will be the friend of the great lord. It not Garn, it immeasurably above Garna. He/she is the lord with whom I can go to the big campaign on this mysterious country, I can divide with it glory. It I called him and it has come to me...
Without lowering from it the admired eyes, I have untied a bag to get a cup - to prove to itself, what is it it, the one to whom I swore, the one who has again rescued me from Darkness invasion.
I have opened a bag. My fingers have concerned a cup, have slipped in it. The man was covered with a fog. No! Do not leave... I can prove... I can...
He has again begun to hesitate. And here I have seen it. This girl. It lasted to me. Its hands have been stretched to me...
It was not the man. The soldier Not crowned by Horns. It was the woman. Not that that nearly has not enticed me into the networks, no, it there was other, harmonous, flexible girl. A body it partially closed silvery it, clasped on one shoulder. On its head the symbol of month sparkled. It has disappeared, the man has again started to be formed.
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