Siberian Light Mages: CHAMELEON (CHRONICLES OF BRATSK)

Judges usually cast the victim down into the invisible World forever, or took away the Power for many years. They let them live a little longer. Although the Dark Ones are vampires, or walking corpses, supporting their existence with the lives of others. That’s why they lived in the village of Chekanovsky – that’s where they first appeared. The ecology there was always the worst. It didn’t harm them – they were inhuman! The ecology harms people.

The werewolf population either fell or grew: they could hardly reproduce naturally, unlike the Light Ones, but could only turn a person who fell into their clutches. Gradually, but they also degraded.

Our Headquarters also thinned out – someone fell in skirmishes, or could not live the life of a Mage and died voluntarily.

And our boss, by the way, built a hydroelectric power station, like everyone else! What brought him here?! WHY?! FOR WHAT REASON?

A VERSION OF THE LIFE OF A POWER ENGINEER BEFORE BRATSK

Enerik is the Most Bright Magician of Bratsk. Outside the city, the man has a beautiful cottage with a garage, equipped with the latest technology. True, there is a stone idol of an ancient pagan god near the building. Either a stone Valkyrie, or Odin. Our boss, despite his youthful appearance at first glance, is almost two thousand years old. He was from Ireland or France, or somewhere else, I don’t know for sure. He even sailed with the Vikings on ships to America, to the English lands, and became famous as an inimitable archer. They also said that when the Magi promised each other just like that a thousand years ago – not to tear each other apart – Eneric was present. Then he was not as strong as he is now.

At eighteen or nineteen, his grain of Power was awakened by a Dark mage, then a new Light one organized a brotherhood that caught vampires and werewolves. It later moved to an abandoned castle, but Enerik did not like living in poverty. He behaved like a good boy among the Dark Ones when he came to their communities, and then crushed them heartily. If they were naughty.Then he took the property and lived happily. Of course, in 1005 some condemned him for this, tried him a couple of times. The case almost ended in execution, but the handsome man was saved by actively helping someone strong.

Cunning and dodgy, the Celt won the trust and love of the then Warriors of Light. He behaved like an eighteen-year-old boy, though. By nature, he was the kindest man.

During the years of the Plague epidemic, each clan of Light and Dark kept to itself, trying to guess each other’s secret. Castles and estates of people died out, there was nowhere to bury the dead, our enemy became very uneasy. There was nowhere to take living blood, and no one to convert.

But the Light Ones lived so-so, helped the people who remained alive, receiving the same in return. The last living Celt in the world after the epidemic became the owner of the estate – unable to bear it, he left the plague-ridden lands and settled where there was no plague. Unlike most feudal lords of that time, he did not mock the servants and others, but periodically encouraged them. He spent his evenings in the library, reading ancient sagas. Some, meeting him, remarked: before them is a warrior, from the time of Charlemagne. The blond smiled and was silent.

He sometimes fell in love, but it brought nothing but disappointment. Gradually, his heart hardened, grew cold. If the beloved became pregnant from this Archmage, she always gave birth to a man.That’s why the chief’s numerous children, who came from poor families (the Celt loved only peasant women), scattered throughout life in all directions, lived out their lives, and died. Svetly began to lead a solitary life, avoiding love and women. He began to wander around bars and taverns. To lead a solitary but cheerful life, not paying attention to anything. He continued to sit in libraries, studying physics, chemistry, astronomy. Centuries passed.

Finally, the terrible twentieth century arrived. Enerik lived in Russia for a hundred years. When talks began to build the Bratsk hydroelectric power station, he took part in the construction together with the Komsomol members. He hoped that the city would be Light. Then he singled out the Magi from the builders and suggested that they create their own Headquarters.At first, many did not understand what the Celt was talking about. Who had a fake passport with someone else’s initials. But some – seeing how Darkness was growing in the village of Chekanovsky – agreed, choosing the Archmage as their boss. Having nested on Mira Street. In the eighties, they changed their address -The headquarters were moved to the City Executive Committee – a multi-story gray-white building in the city center, near the Lenin monument.

That’s the boss’s story. Although it always seems to me: he’s hiding something from us.

I’ll get to the main point.

9:00 a.m.

Here is Kosmonavtov Street. My mobile phone is ringing in my pocket. I accept the call.

– Hello?

– Hi. Where are you, Maxim? – The boss asked.

– Well… I’m on Kosmonavtov Street, opposite the Darkness headquarters. – I yawned.

– Well done! DON’T LET GLOMEN FIND THE CHAMELEON FIRST! Otherwise, we’ll all be in trouble! Don’t be afraid of anything, boldly step into the entrance. Got it?

– That’s it.

The connection was interrupted. I glanced at the third floor – the light was on. Someone was home. Probably the Dark Mage of Bratsk.

Hmm… Strange. There is a large park nearby, over which crows are circling with a hoarse, nasty cawing. They sense the darkness! Maybe I shouldn’t go? YES! I don’t care who is in the apartment. I climbed into the invisible World, stepped towards the entrance. I opened the wooden, spit-covered door. It was as if I had run into an invisible barrier: in the real world the door opened, but in the invisible world it was also closed. I made a sign with my fingers – order. Third floor. In front of the apartment door I found another one – two or three times more powerful than the first barrier. I had to return to the normal world. It was useless. hammer. The defense is up.

He went outside, raised his head, and shouted:

– Glomen, I’m calling on you!

He stood there for a while…

– Glomen!

Quiet. He can’t hear, damn him! I’ll have to climb again. The house has turned into an abandoned building without glass or pictures – only red bricks. The height has decreased by one floor. The trees near the house looked blurry, the air was trembling. Instead of snow, black earth appeared underfoot. Gray sky. The Halo of Darkness by the window is very visible. The light bulb slowly went out, then on the contrary, it glowed. As if in slow motion.

Suddenly an empty bottle was thrown from above. It fell very slowly onto the asphalt, miraculously cracks ran across the glass – the container shattered into shining fragments. Like a collapsible structure in a science fiction film. Beautiful! Of course!

I took a deep breath and shouted again:

– Glome – e—en! The inquisitor has come!

The window slowly opened, a mocking voice asked:

– What have you come for? To my headquarters? A messenger? Everyone has been in a state of panic for the last five days. Such chaos hasn’t happened since 1963! Oh, – Glomen shielded his eyes with his hand, – take away this Light, I can’t look at you! You, Inquisitor, shine like a spotlight – it hurts my eyes! Get out of the world of shadows and get up! – He clearly wanted to laugh. After all, even I couldn’t break the spell that locked the apartment.