The girl is the mistress of fate. Fantasy - Латыпов Рамиль

The girl is the mistress of fate

Fantasy

Рамиль Латыпов

© Рамиль Латыпов, 2022

ISBN 978-5-0059-2302-8

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

Chapter 1

My name is Anna and I woke up. But where am I? I remember falling asleep in my bed. And not alone. With magician Arthur. He promised to show the focus. And showed and not alone in bed. He even gave me a ring, which he inherited from his grandmother, the countess or the princess, it doesnt matter, I didnt listen. He had good tricks. Sleight of hand and sleight of foot, skillful tongue. He skillfully took me as he wanted and I liked it.

I looked around. What is this village? Wooden houses and straw roofs. Such a terrible wilderness. More than once in my life I woke up like this, I dont understand where. Yesterday they drank only one bottle of cognac with him. Im getting old. Although after one I sent him to the store for a supplement. And then what happened, I dont remember. Maybe she drank more. And not just wine.

 How are you girl? You are beautiful  Said the knight in golden armor. White-haired and blue-eyed.

 Im alright. I just lay down to rest after yesterday. I took his hand and stood up. Im wearing a light dress. Strange, yesterday I went naked in my apartment. And I didnt buy such a dress, its too frank, Im not like that. I have principles, well, I used to have them. «I dont know how I got here?

You are an angel that came down from heaven. If you do not mind, I will be your intercessor on sinful earth. And Ill take you where you say. I am captivated by your beauty. I swear to serve you as long as your intentions are as pure as your appearance. He kissed my hand. «You are supposed to know nothing about this world. The angels descend sinless and with no memory of their past life. Not like these aliens from other worlds that we hunt. Lucky I found you first, and not the Drifter hunters, as we call them here.

 I really dont remember anything.  I dont want to fall into the hands of these hunters, whoever they are, maybe local bandits, but this peasant with a magnificent mustache seems normal. Maybe there are some roleplayers having their gathering nearby. Once I was a queen there, then I gave one king with a crown of plywood, Such pleasant memories. Maybe Ill go with him and find someone there. So I decided to play along with him.  Yes, Im an angel that descended from heaven. Lead me to your chief, he will tell you exactly what to do.

 Great idea, my lady. If someone asks like this and say that you just lost your memory in the forest after the attack of animals, I saved you there and lead you to the city. The old fortune-teller and witch Tiremuska said that today I will find the one that will save everyone from evil and devastation. And I found you, the sweetest creation of our creator.

 Thank you, of course, for the compliment. It didnt hurt to go to the city. Are you from the reconstruction of the Middle Ages? Or is there a movie being made here?

 I dont understand you, dear lady. I am the Herald Viscount, a boundary knight without fear or reproach. What is your name, sweet lady?

 Anna.

 What a lovely name. I will carry it in my heart all my life until the day I die.

 Do you want me? Say so. You seem like a man is not bad and not impotent. Lets go under the tree and take me. So Ill pay for the trip. But I dont need all this nonsense about knights.

 What are you saying sweet lady? I wont dare touch you. You are my ideal.

 All right, lets go to the city.  I said and snorted. Thats because he looks normal, but impotent. I have seen many of these in my life. Only a lot of words, maybe Ill persuade you along the way.

And we went along the path, which connected with a five-meter stone road. Next to us were carriages and people with hoods on their faces, knights in armor and rich people with carts full of all sorts of goods. Strange beasts pulled these wagons, long-horned deer, unicorns with razor-sharp teeth, and of course a lizard on two strong legs that sniffed at me. Apparently they liked my perfume, not for nothing that the sea breeze, a gift from one boyfriend. He whistled a cheerful tune. I was silent. I began to notice that this is too strange. Bulls with two heads. Flying reptiles soar in the air. The village men greeted the women as they passed by us. In their hands are pitchforks and scythes. And the clothes are from the Middle Ages. But my shock came when I saw a city with a city wall of five meters.

 What it is?

 This is the town of Brown. The commercial capital of the Tulavs region, our glorious land of Grand Floria. There, in the guild of knights, they will tell you exactly who you are and where you are from. If they give you a reward, Ill get it. But I will still serve you. I loved your image.

 So thats it. I realized that this is not my world. But where did I get?  Are we sure we are not in Russia?

 I do not know such a country beautiful lady. But our master is smart and knows a lot, you can ask him.

In the city, I was surprised by the presence of different races. Both elves and gnomes. Everything you can imagine. People with faces of different insects and animals. Demons with horns. Everything is like in my small town, if you walk alone at night near the restaurants of national cuisine.

 Thats the guild. Come on, sweet lady.

We went under the arm. He led me like a queen. Well, thats how I felt at that moment. Knights in gilded armor sat in the guild building. And everyone is just as beautiful as he is. Among them there are ladies in armor. Also wonderful. All people. It is interesting. Are other races not accepted here? Already good. And then from the sight of some puke hunting.

Herald walked proudly. He was clearly proud of me. The other knights looked at him enviously. Near the reception desk we were met by an old knight with a beard and a pipe in his teeth.

 Oh knight Herold, you brought us a guest. And so beautiful.

Yes, its Anna. I found her in the forest and vowed to serve her forever as her guardian. But she has no documents. You our grand master Oswald Deoreg can make them. She is an angel from heaven, and not all sorts of «wanderers» there.

 Yes. He winked mischievously. And he took out a stone from under the bench. He glowed red.  Girl, offer your hand.  I did so. The stone turned yellow and symbols appeared on it. But I didnt understand them.  Oh, so interesting. You are not in the database. You are not local. But its not a problem. We will register you in the database and give you the documents. And if the Herald vouched for you, then we give you one hundred gold from the guild as a welcome gift. Angels are entitled to subsidies from the crown. But I dont see wings behind your back.

 I could swear they were, but the wolves in the forest attacked her and tore them off, and since she is an angel, the wounds on her heal instantly.

I realized that its better to confirm everything, otherwise the place is too strange, they can burn it like a witch at the stake, otherwise Im beautiful. And in the Middle Ages, beautiful people were burned, so I read it in a magazine.

 Im an angel, but I dont remember anything. But I bless you with light from heaven. I waved my finger at everyone present. There were smiles or tears on the faces of some, these are simpletons. The Master even got down on one knee, wiped away a tear from his lush mustache and got back to his feet, but already smiling at all his ten golden teeth.

 Thank you angel for the light that you shared with us. The money will be on this card, and your documents will be on it. You still do not understand much in this world. But with Sir Herald you will be safe. He handed me a stone tablet seven centimeters on a rope. From what I understand, they are worn around the neck. Thats why she was dressed. Its so cold and pulsating. Magic I understood immediately. It exists in this world. This world is more welcoming than mine. Here I like it.  Try not to tell everyone that you are an angel from the heavenly world, you may be mistaken for the «Wanderer», they are from another world and have come to destroy us. You angel just lost your memory. So says the Herald, and I believe him. We have a guild of knights and we keep our word, not like many in our dark time.