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I really enjoyed the test :) It's in two parts. There are only five options in total, but what options! Part 1 and Part 2. It's a little sad, but beautiful. Be careful - there's a lot of text :)
My results:
Part 1:
… The sound of shattering glass… Flying shards… You recoiled in horror from the window, closing your eyes… and when you opened them again, you were amazed to see…
…that a huge, winged white bear was lying on the floor, stretching across the entire carpet – they are only this snow-white and fluffy in fairy tales… Very large, just as fluffy white wings, huge and clawed, but very soft paws… But what was most surprising was that a rider was sitting on the bear's back – a young man… Both of them seemed to be even more frightened than you – the bear was trembling all over, covering its black eyes with its paws, and the young man was clinging to its back. Recovering a little from the shock, you approached them and touched the young man on the shoulder. He turned to you, and then stood up, brushing the shattered glass off his back. He turned to you, and then stood up, brushing the shattered glass off his back. He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, he was tall, quite well-built, and he was dressed surprisingly simply – in a yellow t-shirt and jeans. His features were not perfect, he could not be called handsome, but there was something extraordinarily charming about him, he radiated kindness and friendliness. He had thick, curly hair, black with copper highlights, large, kind green-brown eyes, and a face covered in freckles. "I'm sorry, I'm late, I know…" he said, blushing and, for some reason, immediately switching to "you" – "We were just practicing… Well, and… We're both terribly clumsy…" he gestured towards his white companion, who also seemed to have recovered now and was looking at you cheerfully with his black eyes. "We crash into something almost every night… But this is the first time we've flown into an apartment…" He thoughtfully surveyed the room. "And I really like you…" He smiled again, looking into your eyes… There was not a trace of vulgarity or cunning in his gaze… Only friendliness and kindness… You smiled back at the young man. "Maybe we can fly together? It's more fun together… Especially since it turned out so badly… Besides, I have nothing else to offer to compensate for… uh… what's left of your window… So, what do you say?" Without understanding why, you agreed. You sat on the back of the winged bear, putting your arms around the rider, and flew out the window… All night you flew over the city, almost crashing into the walls of buildings several times. You laughed, joked, and had fun together… When the first stars began to fade in the brightening sky, you returned to your room… The young man kissed you on the cheek, and, mounting his winged bear, disappeared among the trees of the city. As soon as your head touched the pillow, you fell asleep… And it felt like only a moment later, you woke up. "What a wonderful, magical dream…" you thought, convinced that everything that had happened was just a fairy tale, but… when you looked at the broken window, you had some doubts about that assumption.

Part 2:
... Agatha, Queen of the III Hive-Sorsellian Kingdom...
…For a moment, it was as if multicolored disco lights danced on the dark, blurry walls of the building. The colorful lights shone directly into your eyes… And when they faded… she was there… Still very young, a teenage girl of about fourteen. Light blonde hair is braided into two pigtails, like a schoolgirl. A round, snub-nosed, rosy face, perhaps not perfectly beautiful, but incredibly cute. On her head is a wreath of flowers… You don't immediately notice that this wreath is a crown with gemstones, flashing with playful lights in turn. The girl seems to glow, she glows from within… And when you look into her eyes… there is extraordinary humanity in them, they radiate warmth… She is wearing a sun-yellow, sparkling ball gown, and on her small feet are tiny crystal slippers. This was the young Queen. She stepped towards you and gently touched your hand. "My name is Agatha. As strange as it may seem, I am the Queen of the Third Hive-Sorsellian Kingdom. Agatha Camard. I thank you for coming. You shouldn't be there, with them. You still have feelings… I knew that… That you know the law of the returning smile…" A charming smile played on her full lips. "You are distinguished from others by your kindness, selfless, sincere, genuine. This is your gift. You must not lose it. It is right that you are here. And my reward will be the fulfillment of the wish you came to me with… The story of the creature whose rescue you came for is this: he was a wizard. A young wizard, capable. But too bold… And a little clumsy. He made a mistake while performing a training assignment. And he was rude to the Supreme Mage. Now he is deprived of his abilities… He is kind, but at that moment, kindness was not enough for him. And you atoned for his guilt with your kindness. And I am ready to bring back the wayward wizard…" A loud clap sounded. In front of you and the queen, a charming dark-haired young man appeared, holding a winged white bear by the collar. He looked at you and the queen in confusion for a moment, and then rushed to you and hugged you, whispering, "Thank you, thank you…" The white bear also seemed to be smiling, looking at you. "Let's go, my friends…" Agatha smiled, looking at the young man and the bear. "It's time for us to go home, to the Third Hive-Sorsellian Kingdom. Your new teachers are waiting for you there… And you still have to choose where you will go. The choice is yours. We are always waiting for you." The curly-haired young man, the bear, and the queen smiled at you… And the multicolored lights enveloped your eyes again… It's cold… Your blanket fell to the floor. Morning… 05:34 on the clock… You quickly wrap yourself in the blanket, trying to warm up. And on your desk lies a fragrant, printed gingerbread cookie… On it, for some reason, is written in French: "Les sourires reviennent!"

Enjoy reading :)

P.S. As with the test about Luke, I just couldn't resist ^^

…A flash of something black outside the window… A rather strong impact on the glass… And when you frowned and looked out the window, deciding to find out what caused the noise, you saw…

That a bat had crashed into your window… A poor creature. Despite all your disgust for this type of animal, you felt sorry for the winged creature, and, picking it up, carried it straight to your bed. You examined the creature: an ordinary, repulsive bat… Deep black, disgusting leathery wings, clawed paws, a fang-filled, snub-nosed face. They say that when a bat flies into a window, it's not a good omen… You became wary. And then you realized that something was wrong with the creature… Just in case, you stepped aside, and… You were stunned with horror and amazement; you couldn't even scream: something was happening to the bat; it was growing before your eyes, changing shape… But finally, curiosity overcame fear – you realized that the bat was turning into a human… And that was indeed the case. After a few moments, a young man was already sitting on your bed – completely naked. This, strangely enough, embarrassed you. For now, you could only see him from behind – short-cropped, black-haired, very pale and thin… He sat hunched over in an embryonic pose, and for some reason, his body was constantly shaking, as if in convulsions. "Are you afraid of me? Please, don't be afraid of me, come closer, I know you're behind me…" The young man's voice was also trembling. You approached him with unsteady steps and timidly sat down next to him on the bed – it's not every day that you have to talk to someone who is turning from an animal into a human… You managed to get a better look at him. He was very, very handsome: perfect facial features and figure… He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, no more… An ordinary young man, if it weren't for his bluish-black lips, like a corpse, and ruby-red, glowing eyes. "You've probably already guessed that I'm a vampire?" he asked, his voice still trembling. You nodded. He turned his beautiful face to you, and you were even more amazed… A vampire, an unholy creature, a spawn of hell, a nocturnal beast… He was crying. Tears flowed profusely from his crimson eyes, and his face was contorted with pain. It seemed as if a heart-wrenching cry would burst from the young man's chest at any moment. You clearly felt an unexpected compassion within yourself – it was strong, as never before… But it's hard to believe… You felt compassion for someone… Who drinks human blood? You had no words. But he understood everything from your questioning look. "Please, forgive me… I must have scared you very much… I didn't mean to disturb your peace… It was an accident… I just completely lost my mind. You see… I have a terrible grief. I have been a vampire since the beginning of the twentieth century. All my undead life, I was considered one of the most bloodthirsty and skilled bloodsuckers in the city. And I didn't know what love was… But… A week ago, I fell in love. With a mortal girl." He interrupted his story and burst into tears again. "For the first time in my life. At first, I didn't understand how I could love, because everyone says that a vampire has a dead heart… And no soul… But it's true… I love. Even with a dead heart… But I don't know what to do… Mortals shouldn't see us, and it's impossible to be with her all the time… And to make her like me… To kill her… I can't. I just can't make this beautiful creature of life dead!" And tears flowed anew from his sad eyes. I, not understanding what I was doing, hugged him. And a sad smile appeared on his face. He sobbed. "Forgive me again… I didn't mean to… But you are an extraordinary person… Someone else wouldn't have listened to me, let alone taken a bat into their house… Thank you. I want to give you a gift." In his elegant fingers, suddenly, out of nowhere, a medallion appeared in the form of a small heart on a long silver chain. "Yes, the fact that you mortals have everything simpler is true. But I know that you often suffer because of love… and now, I myself have learned what unrequited love means… May this amulet save you from trouble. It looks like a trinket, but I ask you not to doubt its magical power. After all, you probably doubted the existence of vampires before, right?" And he put it around your neck. "Farewell…" And your guest, turning into a swift bat, disappeared out the window. And you were overcome with sleep… Waking up, you lay in bed for a long time, intensely remembering your dream… And when you got out of bed, you felt that something cool was slightly weighing down your neck… You felt for the heart-shaped medallion and squeezed it in your palm… So, it wasn't just a dream?

... Bella, Queen of the Second Royam-Sorsellier Kingdom...

…For a moment, a flash of white light illuminated the room, almost blinding you. And after the flash… She was right next to you. It was impossible to say how old she was at first glance. Her face was perfect, but too pale. Long, waist-length, wavy, light-light hair cascaded over her bare shoulders. Her eyes, bright blue like topazes, shone beneath long black eyelashes. She had something of both the ancient Venus and the Christian Madonna… She was beautiful, in a word. A classic black crinoline dress without a bodice looked even somewhat unremarkable compared to its owner. A diadem of black pearls adorned the girl's forehead. She was a charming Queen. She extended her hand to you… You had to kiss it; she bewitched you so much. "My name is Bella. Bella De'Clair…" Every word she spoke touched your heart. "Queen of the Second Royam-Sorsellier Kingdom. You don't need to introduce yourself. I know who you are. Otherwise, I wouldn't have called you for so long… I've been waiting for you for so long… What surrounds you every day takes over you and steals from you what Fate has given you. This is something that not everyone gets. And you will make a great mistake if you allow it to be taken away from you. You may not believe my words, but this… is your ability to love. Your love, which you give to those around you, which you waste on trifles… Although, that's how it should be. It doesn't need to be regretted. And besides, everyone disposes of it as they want, and no one can tell you what to do… But the reward… It is expensive, but you deserve it. You came to save a miserable creature. Yes, the fate of this hero is such that he was destined to be dead from birth… Hardly anyone suspected that a dead man could love a living one… But that's what happened. A vampire fell in love with a mortal girl. And he cannot be with her. He suffers as few have suffered… But today, I am ready to change everything. YOUR ability to love saves him…" A dark silhouette detached itself from the stone wall of the room. A young man stood before you. Handsome, thin, black-haired, with red, unhuman eyes, in which human suffering and human faith in a miracle were visible… He took your hand and squeezed it in his icy palms; tears dripped from his eyes, and the drops steamed when they touched the stone floor. "Come on. She's already waiting for you there…" Bella put her hand on the vampire's shoulder. "The Second Royam-Sorsellier Kingdom is waiting for you too," she added, addressing you. Queen Bella De'Clair made a curtsy, and the vampire bowed to you… A flash of white light suddenly blinded you again… Morning… The cold freshness of morning fills your room. The clock reads 05:34. A fresh rose with strange black and white petals lies on your desk. And next to it is an envelope, on which someone's quick handwriting says: "N'aie pas peur d'aimer."

FIRST: ...The sound of something heavy falling onto the windowsill... A large shadow covered the room... And when you sharply turned your head towards the window, expecting something terrible, you saw... A gray Pegasus, standing right on your windowsill... It gently swayed its beautiful bluish-gray wings and waved its silvery, wavy tail... It was so beautiful that you were stunned. It was very similar to those ordinary horses, graceful creatures that you always liked, but there was something in it that greatly distinguished it from them and made its appearance even more extraordinary... And on the Pegasus sat a rider – a young man, something in his face attracted you... But then he left the saddle, jumped to the floor, and approached you. You took a closer look at him. He looked to be about twenty years old, but gray hair was already clearly visible in his ashen hair. His face was unremarkable; it seemed that it could easily get lost in the general gray mass of city faces – sharp-nosed, very pale and thin, sunken cheeks, wrinkles etched on his forehead from gloom and heavy thoughts, large bruises under his eyes... But his eyes... They were also gray, but... So bright, burning, alive... Shining... You wanted to drown in these eyes, or at least look at them forever. Your guest was dressed in a light gray silk cloak, matching everything else... Your attention was drawn to another detail – a feather was behind the man's ear... A writer's feather. It glowed as if it were phosphorescent, and it slowly changed its color – all the colors of the rainbow, all the shades... "Good night to you..." the guest began. And you gasped – the voice of the Pegasus rider was incredibly pleasant... Quiet, but noticeably strong and beautiful... "You weren't expecting guests tonight, I know. But it happened. You see, someone told me something very pleasant... That there is a very interesting person in your city, with whom I should talk... As you understand, this person is you. I came to take you with me tonight. And I want to listen to your words all this beautiful night... You write, don't you?... Believe me, I would really like to listen to you. And also tell you about something you could never imagine... I will tell you about the beautiful... I will tell you about the truth... How I found you is not important. But know that as soon as I saw you, I knew it was you..." A dreamy half-smile appeared on his face. "Of course, I'm not going to force you to come with me... If you don't want to, you don't have to, although I will be very sorry..." And you immediately assured your guest that you would gladly go with him tonight. Together, you mounted his winged horse and flew away. And everything was as he promised – you spent the night in some park, where the Pegasus brought you, and you read poems to each other, talked about the beautiful, about the truth, philosophized, and dreamed... When dawn began to fall on the city, the Pegasus brought you back to your room. As a farewell, your guest gave you a book with blank pages... He said: "Now write down everything you would like to say to me, or tell me... Because we will probably not see each other again." And they merged with the bluish morning sky, barely flying out the window. You fell into a deep and peaceful sleep... And when you woke up, you thought that such dreams should be written down... You rummaged through your things for a long time, looking for paper or a notebook, but then you found a book with blank pages under your pillow... And the certainty that it was a dream vanished in an instant. ;) SECOND: ...Sophia, Queen of the First Royamsko-Sorsellier Kingdom... ...For a moment, gray clouds of smoke envelop the room, and a fog hangs before your eyes. But the smoke dissipates... And you see a woman in front of you. She is about thirty years old. She has fiery red hair, reddish-orange, small, unruly curls framing her forehead. Light green eyes look thoughtful and melancholic, wise beyond her years. Or is it just at first glance?... It seems that there is also friendliness in them... She is wearing a modest cream-colored dress, like the kind young teachers wear at school. On her curly red head, you don't immediately notice a thin hoop that glows with a warm light. This is a royal crown. The Queen stood before you and ran her hand through your hair, like a caring mother... You involuntarily feel how incredible power is contained in this touch, what authority is concentrated in these hands. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sophia Sazh, Queen of the First Royamsko-Sorsellier Kingdom." The Queen looked intently into your eyes. "I found you. Of course, you can ask why you, and not others. And I will answer you. But nevertheless, I am sure that there is no need for this question. You yourself know the answer to this question. Have you ever noticed how strangely people around you look at you? Have you ever realized that you can do something that they cannot?... Don't be embarrassed. Because that's the way it is. In addition, not all people can be wise and gifted. Everyone has their own. Yes, you are fundamentally different. It took no effort at all to single you out from the crowd, to notice you in it. It was more difficult to bring you here... But it worked. Because you are wise and intelligent – that's what sets you apart. And to degrade among the mass that surrounds you... I don't want that for you. Don't lose your gift. I must reward you. I will do it. You came to save a creature... That is suffering. Yes, he is smart, wise, and talented, just like you... He is a writer, a poet, and a philosopher. But people are so stupid that they cannot understand what he writes to them. He brought a novel to the publishing house, and they refused to publish it. He destroyed it, burned it. And now he cannot find peace. But YOU, YOU will save him today..." From the dark corner of the room, footsteps were heard. A young man with early gray hair and large, sad gray eyes came out to you... He led a bluish Pegasus by the reins. He looked at you without looking away, his lips moved silently, saying the words "Thank you, thank you..." Sophia approached him: "It's time for us. Thankful listeners and readers await you in the First Royamsko-Sorsellier Kingdom." She turned to you. "And you need to choose one of two paths. Only you can decide..." Smoke enveloped the faces of the Queen and the writer... And dissipated in the night fog behind your window. Cold air blew in from the window... Dawn. The clock reads 05:34... And on your desk lies a book... On the gray cover, the inscription: "Le Roman sur la vérité". ============= P.S. Le Roman sur la vérité - A Novel about Truth. P.P.S. The truth is with me! I will reveal the truth to everyone!

… A moment of deathly, almost graveyard silence… A sudden gust of fierce wind sweeping right through the walls of the room… And when you looked around in bewilderment, you understood…

That something alien was in the room… And that intruder was a shadow that… Was a shadow unto itself…?.. Yes, you looked at the wall once more and convinced yourself that no object in your room could cast such a human silhouette. Aside from that, the shadow… was moving… There it was on the opposite wall… Then it traced the perimeter of the room. And moved to its center… You stared intently at the silhouette, fighting off the rising fear… And it seemed as though it began to take on more or less corporeal forms – volume, detail, and color began to appear… On the slightly reddened face, eyes, lips, and a prominent nose emerged… Finally, a human appeared before you. Though translucent, casting no shadow, and not quite standing firmly on the ground, still… It was now possible to make out even the color of the eyes – vivid blue, wide and enormous. The hair was somewhat indistinct, but of a dark shade… As for age… It was hard to tell, yes… Then you noticed another peculiarity: age-related metamorphoses were playing out across the face: from a very young boy to an aging man… "Do not let my presence discompose you, please take your place in bed… Rest if you wish, but I truly wish to speak with you…" You noticed that his voice was also peculiar – it was… Like an echo of words spoken by another. You sat down on the bed… The shadow slid past you and settled very close – right at the headboard. "I shall warn you now: I shall be long-winded, damn me… Though, I suppose I am already damned, ha… But it matters little. You are undoubtedly familiar with it… When no one can bear to listen to what you say?.." He held a long pause, never taking his watchful gaze off me, after which, not waiting for a sensible reply, he continued: "In short, a rather similar incident occurred to me very long ago… No, no… One cannot call it an accident… My way of life simply became this way. Yes, in my mind began to stir thoughts that were reckless… Or perhaps not entirely reckless, but… somewhat… Different, thoughts that no one understood… In short, no one could understand me. And if they could, they simply refused to…" The shadow sighed heavily, and fell silent for several minutes, seemingly recalling something… Or waiting for your reaction. But you remained silent, prepared to listen further. "In the end, after prolonged, exhausting moral loneliness, after the constant burden of thoughts that weighed upon the soul, to me came the most unhinged of my wild ideas: that I needed nothing more from this world… And, consequently, the world needed nothing more from me…" He sighed again. "As a result of such reasoning – here is my current essence…" If the shadow could weep, it would be weeping now. After yet another pause, he continued: "But what can be done, I've long since grown accustomed… I simply visit various souls, sharing my thoughts… And you, strictly speaking, do not object if I spend this entire night with you?.. I have much to tell… There is something I wanted to say to you specifically, personally…" You agreed, partly out of politeness, partly out of curiosity. You did not sleep for a long time, listening to the engaging philosophical speeches of your guest, sometimes absurd, sometimes utterly sound, but so fascinating… But everything that has a beginning has an end, and with the approach of dawn you fell asleep, right under the monologue of the shadow… And when you woke up, you thought about what bizarre dream you had experienced again… About how, probably, normal folk do not have such dreams… But when, having fully shaken off the daze, you noticed that you had been sleeping this entire time sitting up, your face turned toward the headboard… Then, in your mind, quite the wild yet accurate thought arose that this was not entirely a dream… ;)

Beginning

… The sound of shattering glass… Flying shards… You jumped back from the window in terror, closing your eyes tight… and when you opened them again, you discovered to your amazement…
That on the floor, stretched across the entire carpet, lay a huge winged white bear – they are only this snow-white and fluffy in fairy tales… Very large, equally shaggy white wings, own massive and clawed paws, yet very soft… But most surprising of all was that a rider sat on the bear's back – a young guy… Both of them seemed even more frightened than you – the bear was trembling all over, covering its big black eyes with its paws, and the boy was pressed tight against its back. Having recovered slightly from the shock, you approached them and touched the guy on the shoulder. He turned to look at you, then stood up, brushing crushed glass off his back. He turned to look at you, then stood up, brushing crushed glass off his back. He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old; he was tall, quite sturdy, and dressed unexpectedly simply – in a yellow T-shirt and jeans. His facial features were not perfect; he couldn't be called a heartthrob, but there was something extraordinarily charming about him, radiating kindness and friendliness. He had thick curly black hair with copper highlights, large kind green-brown eyes, and a face sprinkled with freckles. "Forgy me, I know I'm ill-timed…" – He blushed while making excuses, suddenly switching to an informal tone, – "We were just practicing… And so… He and I are terribly clumsy guys…" – he gestured toward his white companion, who also seemed to have come around by now and was looking at you cheerfully with its big black eyes. "Almost every night we crash into something… But this is the first time we've flown into an apartment…" – He thoughtfully scanned the walls of the room with his gaze. – "And I really like you…" – He smiled again, looking into your eyes… There wasn't a hint of vulgarity or cunning in his gaze… Only friendliness and kindness… You smiled back at the boy. - "Maybe we could fly together?.. It's somehow more fun together… Since things turned out so unpleasant… Especially since I have nothing else to compensate you with… Uh… For what's left of your window… Well?.." Without even understanding why it was so simple, you agreed. You climbed onto the back of the winged bear, holding its rider from behind, and flew out the window… All night you soared over the city, nearly crashing into house walls several times. The three of you laughed, joked, and had a great time… When the first stars began to fade in the lightening sky, you returned to your room… The guy kissed you on the cheek and, mounting his winged bear, disappeared among the trees of the city. As soon as your head touched the pillow, you fell asleep… And it felt as if you woke up a moment later. "What a beautiful, magical dream…" – You thought, certain that everything that happened was just a fairy-tale dream, but… When you looked at the broken window, some doubts about your previous assumption visited you.

Continuation

... Bella, Queen II of the Royamsko-Sorcellier Kingdom...…
For a moment, a flash of white light illuminated the room, nearly blinding you. And after the flash… She appeared right beside you. It was impossible to tell her age at first glance. Her face was perfect, but too pale. Long, waist-length, wavy, very light hair cascaded over her bare shoulders. Eyes, bright blue as topazes, shone beneath long black lashes. She had something of the ancient Venus and something of the Christian Madonna… In a word, she was beautiful. A classic black crinoline dress without a bodice looked almost plain compared to its owner. A diadem of black pearls adorned the girl's brow. This was an enchanting Queen. She reached out her hand to you… You had to kiss it; that is how much she bewitched you. "My name is Bella. Bella De’Cler…" – Every word she spoke touched your heart. – "Queen of the Second Royamsko-Sorcellier Kingdom. You need not introduce yourself. I know who you are. Otherwise, I would not have called for so long… How long I have waited for you… That which surrounds you takes hold of you every day and steals from you that which Fate has bestowed upon you. This is something not granted to everyone. And you will make a great mistake if you allow it to be taken from you. You may not believe my words, but this is… Your ability to love. Your love, which you give to those around you, which you waste on trifles… Although, that is how it should be. It need not be spared. Moreover, everyone manages it as they wish, and no one can dictate to you… But the reward… It is costly, but you deserve it. You have come for the salvation of a wretched creature. Yes, such is the fate of this hero, that he was destined to be dead from birth… Hardly anyone suspected that the dead could love the living… But so it happened. A vampire loved a mortal girl. And he cannot be near her. He suffers as few have ever had to suffer… But today I am ready to change everything. YOUR ability to love saves him…" A dark silhouette detached itself from the stone wall of the room. A youth stood before you. Handsome, thin, black-haired, with red inhuman eyes in which human suffering and a human belief in miracles were visible… He took your hand and squeezed it in his icy palms; tears dripped from his eyes, the droplets steaming as they touched the stone surface of the floor. "Come. She is already waiting for you there…" – Bella placed her hand on the vampire's shoulder. – "The Second Royamsko-Sorcellier Kingdom awaits you as well," she added, addressing you. Queen Bella De’Cler curtsied, and the vampire bowed to you… A flash of white light suddenly blinded you again… Morning… The morning fills your room with a chilly freshness. The clock reads 05:34. On your desk lies a fresh rose with strange black-and-white petals. And beside it – an envelope, on which someone's quick hand has written: "N'aie pas peur d'aimer".
Funny :)

Beginning:
…The sound of something heavy falling onto the windowsill… A large shadow covered the room… And when you sharply turned your head towards the window, expecting something terrible, you saw...
A gray Pegasus, standing right on your windowsill… It gently swayed its beautiful, bluish-gray wings and waved its silvery, wavy tail… It was so beautiful that you were stunned. It was very similar to those ordinary horses, graceful creatures that you always liked, but there was something in it that greatly distinguished it from them and made its appearance even more extraordinary… And on the Pegasus sat a rider – a young man, something in his face attracted you… But then he left the saddle, jumped to the floor, and approached you. You took a closer look at him. He looked to be about twenty years old, but gray hair was already clearly visible in his ashen hair. An unremarkable face, it seemed, could easily get lost in the general gray mass of city faces – sharp-nosed, very pale and thin, sunken cheeks, wrinkles etched on his forehead from gloom and heavy thoughts, large bruises under his eyes… But his eyes… They were also gray, but… So bright, burning, alive… Shining… You wanted to drown in these eyes, or at least look into them forever. Your guest was dressed in a light gray silk cloak, matching everything else… Another detail caught your attention – there was a feather behind the man’s ear… A writer’s feather. It glowed, as if phosphorescent, and slowly changed its color – all the colors of the rainbow, all the shades… “Good night to you…” the guest began. And you gasped – the voice of the Pegasus rider was incredibly pleasant… Quiet, but noticeably strong and beautiful… - “You weren’t expecting guests tonight, I know. But it happened. You see, someone told me something very pleasant… That there is a very interesting person living in your city, with whom I should talk… As you can imagine, that person is you. I came to take you with me tonight. And I want to listen to your words all this beautiful night… You write, don’t you? Believe me, I would really like to listen to you. And also tell you about something you could never imagine… I will tell you about the beautiful… I will tell you about the truth… How I found you is not important. But know that as soon as I saw you, I knew it was you…” A dreamy half-smile appeared on his face. – “Of course, I’m not going to force you to come with me… If you don’t want to, you don’t have to, although I will be very sorry…” And you immediately assured your guest that you would gladly go with him tonight. Together, you mounted his winged horse and flew away. And everything was as he promised – you spent the night in some park, where the Pegasus brought you, and you read poems to each other, talked about the beautiful, about the truth, philosophized, and dreamed… When dawn began to fall on the city, the Pegasus brought you back to your room. As a farewell, your guest gave you a book with blank pages… He said: “Now write down everything you would like to say to me, or tell me… Because we will probably not see each other again.” And they merged with the bluish morning sky, barely flying out the window. You fell asleep in a deep and peaceful sleep… And when you woke up, you thought that such dreams should be written down… You rummaged through your things for a long time, looking for paper or a notebook, but then you found a book with blank pages under your pillow… And the certainty that it was a dream vanished in an instant. ;)
Continuation:
... Regina, Queen of the Fifth Royamsko-Sorsellier Kingdom…
…For a moment, it was as if a fire broke out in the room, everything was engulfed in flames, and you even thought it burned your face… But it faded as quickly as it flared up. A woman stood before you. Mature, with large, beautiful facial features and dark skin. Probably a noble lady. Dark hair is gathered in a high hairstyle. Dark hazel eyes shimmer under heavy eyelids. She is dressed in a scarlet Spanish dress with a high collar. A luxurious diadem crowns her head. This was the great Queen. “Greetings…” Her head bowed in a slight bow. “My name is Regina Le’Fort. Believe it or not… But I am the queen of the Fifth Royamsko-Sorsellier Kingdom. You have finally come…” She looked you up and down. “It took me a long time to bring you here. You always try to get lost in the crowd. But you didn’t succeed, you are too different… Yes, with your power. You have willpower. Not everyone has that. You know, if everyone had such strength… Then either there would be peace in the whole world… Or the Third World War. I don’t wish either of those things on your world, honestly. But you, undoubtedly, deserve a reward… You came here with a specific purpose. To save a creature from the trap of fate… I will do this for a person like you. So… He was also different. He was a man who challenged everything that surrounded him. And most importantly – people. If he had been a little stronger… Like you… Then he would have achieved what he wanted. But he didn’t have enough strength. And he only achieved that the world rejected him… He is cursed. But today, thanks to YOUR strength, I will lift the curse…” A rustle. You catch a glimpse of something like a black bird out of the corner of your eye, which instantly turns into a man. He approaches you… He has black hair, gathered in a tight ponytail, a pointed beard… He has a cane in his hands. Unusual amber eyes intently gaze into your face… And he knelt before you, clasping your hands in his. Regina called to him: “Come on. Freedom is already waiting for you in the Fifth Royamsko-Sorsellier Kingdom…” The Queen Regina looked at you. – “I hope you will join us too… When you make your final choice.” The Queen and the former exile, hand in hand, walked away… And the flame engulfed everything again. Then the heat was replaced by coolness… You managed to open your eyes with difficulty. The clock says – 05:34… You don’t yet see that there is an unexpected object on your desk – it is a small scepter, classic, with a cross, red with gold, inlaid with rubies and garnets… On it is engraved, for some reason in French: “Le calme. La patience. La force.”