Siverfale
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-No one else is coming," said the young man in a heavy puffer jacket and a black cap (the kind worn by pensioners and thugs). On the platform, as expected, no one paid any attention to the sign reading "Congress of All HeroesWorld Members" that he was holding.
-I told you no one else is coming," Siver continued to mutter, "and actually, it's a miracle that even you showed up. At first I stood here alone, like a fool, and was sure I'd be the only one who came.
He had made this observation more than once already, and no one saw fit to answer him or even react in any way. Siver, however, was not at all bothered by this fact and continued on, listing all the unsuccessful aspects of this congress, all the erroneous and wrong decisions made to carry it out, and from his words it became clear that even three-year-old toddlers could have come up with a better meeting plan. The words kept pouring out of him like a river, a sea, and even an ocean with no shore in sight.
"It's a pity Lok isn't here," Arandor thought with longing. "He would have been able to shut Siver up and come up with what we should do next..."
-I've figured out what we should do next," Amko announced. "Since you, Ar, don't know any places where we can stay or any places where we can have lunch, we'll have to go to your place.
"I thought so," Arandor thought disappointedly. "Instead of coming up with a real solution to the problem, they decided to come to my place. Even I could have thought of that, but why even suggest such a stupid plan? There are so many of them, and my apartment is small, and what would we even do at my place..."
At that moment, someone touched his shoulder; looking up, Ar found it was Plesen.
-Arandor, did you hear what Amko suggested?" he asked cautiously.
-Of course I did, but don't you think it's not the best idea?
-Do you have a better one?" Siver quickly asked.
"There you go again, butting in when no one asked..."
-I just meant that my apartment is small, there's nothing to eat, my parents will be upset that such a crowd came to see me. Don't you understand?
Siver looked up at Plesen and Amka. Plesen and Amka looked up at Siver and at each other. Finally, Koteika broke the silence:
-Arandor, understand us. It's already late; we won't make it back home even if we wanted to. We've been standing here for hours because we were counting on you. I don't want to blame you, but we're really in a very unfortunate situation. Maybe at least you have some floor space?
Plesen looked at Arandor with hope and pleading. Siver stared at the ground, looking helpless and indecisive.
"I have to prove that I really am ready to do the right thing and help people in need," resolve awakened in Arandor, "even Siver."
-Alright," Ar smiled, "let's go to my place, and we'll see from there!
After the trio chorused their thanks, Plesen separated from the others and approached the last member of the failed congress, who was sitting a little apart, among the waiting benches.
-Let's go, Kosha, Arandor said he'll let us stay at his place.
-I told you no one else is coming," Siver continued to mutter, "and actually, it's a miracle that even you showed up. At first I stood here alone, like a fool, and was sure I'd be the only one who came.
He had made this observation more than once already, and no one saw fit to answer him or even react in any way. Siver, however, was not at all bothered by this fact and continued on, listing all the unsuccessful aspects of this congress, all the erroneous and wrong decisions made to carry it out, and from his words it became clear that even three-year-old toddlers could have come up with a better meeting plan. The words kept pouring out of him like a river, a sea, and even an ocean with no shore in sight.
"It's a pity Lok isn't here," Arandor thought with longing. "He would have been able to shut Siver up and come up with what we should do next..."
-I've figured out what we should do next," Amko announced. "Since you, Ar, don't know any places where we can stay or any places where we can have lunch, we'll have to go to your place.
"I thought so," Arandor thought disappointedly. "Instead of coming up with a real solution to the problem, they decided to come to my place. Even I could have thought of that, but why even suggest such a stupid plan? There are so many of them, and my apartment is small, and what would we even do at my place..."
At that moment, someone touched his shoulder; looking up, Ar found it was Plesen.
-Arandor, did you hear what Amko suggested?" he asked cautiously.
-Of course I did, but don't you think it's not the best idea?
-Do you have a better one?" Siver quickly asked.
"There you go again, butting in when no one asked..."
-I just meant that my apartment is small, there's nothing to eat, my parents will be upset that such a crowd came to see me. Don't you understand?
Siver looked up at Plesen and Amka. Plesen and Amka looked up at Siver and at each other. Finally, Koteika broke the silence:
-Arandor, understand us. It's already late; we won't make it back home even if we wanted to. We've been standing here for hours because we were counting on you. I don't want to blame you, but we're really in a very unfortunate situation. Maybe at least you have some floor space?
Plesen looked at Arandor with hope and pleading. Siver stared at the ground, looking helpless and indecisive.
"I have to prove that I really am ready to do the right thing and help people in need," resolve awakened in Arandor, "even Siver."
-Alright," Ar smiled, "let's go to my place, and we'll see from there!
After the trio chorused their thanks, Plesen separated from the others and approached the last member of the failed congress, who was sitting a little apart, among the waiting benches.
-Let's go, Kosha, Arandor said he'll let us stay at his place.
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?