We were all silent for a while, and I swear I felt her shaking her head in disapproval under the light green light. "For yourself," she finally said, "I hope you are right, because only you can end the rule of the wizard and restore peace to this kingdom. You have the training, the tools, and the spirit to do so."
"I won't kill anyone!" I snapped. "Newton asked me to do one thing: rescue prisoners of the Ninth Fortress No. 2020. Do as I say, and I can get a promise! I'm sorry you are trapped here, I'm really sorry, but I still have a woman Your request for the baby to live is too much. Too much fucking!"
"So what about the women who stayed in that village?" She came back coldly. ""You abandoned the hopeless man so quickly? The alphabet makes his army stronger and stronger, and it's not the only one he controls. I assure you... Open your eyes, Daniel! No one will train with sticks for rescue missions! There are bigger things at work, things you haven't seen. You go to "stick" and learn how to kill a wizard, now you have to do it!"
Bregen expressed similar feelings, and when I thought about the time I spent with him, everything became clear. Isaac Newton’s 31 novel app download address did allow me to do more than the Ninth Fortress. I was indeed trained, spirit and tools: a blunt dagger stabbed in my thigh.
"Can you see things?" I asked her, trying to lower my heart rate. "What do you see... to me?"
Her light went out again, and the blue cock lingered.
"How is it?" I repeated excitedly. "What do you see?"
"I foresee... failure, Daniel. I'm sorry. One of your friends will not live to reach the waiting plains. One will perish—the second will die in the fire of hell."
"I've had enough loss!" I spit, and my nostrils opened. "I don't have any friends, remember?"
"As soon as the war is over, friends will come," she replied, "there will be losses."
I walked listlessly, exhausted by her thought-provoking words. What is the point of pretending that I have a choice when other people have decided my life path? "I will do..." I muttered to myself, "things I have to do."
Turning from the eternal light, I walked towards the exit, thinking only of ending this encounter.
"Watch out!" she called from behind me. "Be careful Daniel!"
"do not bother me!"
I continued to search for the cracks until the woman screamed loudly in pain, and as a result ice and snow fell on me like raindrops. I stopped in front of the jagged exit, feeling the witch's fleshy hands rubbing against my back. I was taken aback and flashed past, and saw that there was no hand nearby, only the motionless star, where I left it last time.
"What is this?" I asked her. "what do you want?"
"Watch out!" she said. "The wizard meets the devil, and you will meet him during the journey! Daniel has to be prepared and cannot believe his lies.
"Fox!"
The sound of the explosion almost pierced my eardrums. I opened my eyes and found myself standing on the icy mountain wall.
"Wake up!" Ketra on our rope. "Are you going to kill both of us?"
"A dream?" I said in confusion. In front of Jit, there were no cracks in the wall, no alien arms around his neck, and no trace of the eternal witch.
Kate barely got up, struggling in my mind, and finally yanked the rope.
"You! Concentrate!"
This is the sixth and last day, the wind is weak and the sky is clear. Kate and I lay side by side, eyes fixed on the front. In patient silence, we stayed in this location for more than an hour, observing a hollowed-out gray stone shelter twenty feet away—a picturesque cove with no snow. There, I squinted at Atlas the weather maker, but there was only bare snow and untouched snow in front of me.
My body feels like a piece of meat, when I go in and out in my sleep, whenever Kate catches me dozing off, his elbow pushes my head to the side. Later, he smashed my temple with his bone for no reason, making me angry.
"I didn't sleep! What happened to you?"
Kate's lips opened, showing a smirk. "There," he said, walking ahead shiningly.
"I didn't see anything. What are you looking at?"
"Shh!" he hissed. Then, he diligently took my hand and guided me. My eyes followed his fingers, and when I saw this with my own eyes, I smiled. In the perfect snow, dents, small dimples were formed. The more I stare at these footprints, the clearer the weather maker will be.
Its skin is camouflaged, reflecting the scenery and moving like a ball of snow. However, as soon as Atlas entered the bay, it took a few seconds for her coat to adjust to the rocky background, which just showed its appearance. It was a horse with sturdy wings folded on both sides and a small backpack hanging from its neck.
"It's great." I said, watching its body hidden in the stone. "Pegasus."
"The maker of bad weather," Kate said, when the mammal lowered her head to sleep, she was filled with awe.
"Take this," he said, suddenly pressing the flute on my face.
"I don't know how to play that thing," I whispered, pushing it away. "Also, Buhler really gave it to you. He wants you to play it."
"You can't play this kind of instrument," he said, "you can play, and the rest will be handed over to the flute."
Still hesitating, I walked over Kate's "Why not you?" expression. The samurai answered immediately, and most sincerely. "I only play death instruments."
I giggled and the snow blew out of my mouth like a sneeze. I can't help it. This comment is so absurd, so stupid, and so Kate. Putting down the flute in my hand, I snatched it from him and held it in my hand like a cheap bread stick. I have never played an instrument before, not even a tambourine, but if I just blow it to the end, there will be no problem. I put it to my mouth, but when the smile returned to my face, it stopped.
"What?" Kate asked annoyedly.
I shook my head, "The tool of death? Who said that?"
I don't think Kate's frown will melt even lower. I'm wrong. "Blow!" he ordered. "do not waste time."
I rolled my eyes, moisturized my lips, and put the flute beside my mouth. My expression relaxed, because the sound escaped the end of my first exhalation-a pleasant whistle, which soon became something unusual. The flute came to life, played an idyllic poem, an affectionate song, intoxicated from this simple piece of wood. The music hit Atlas like a hunter's spear, waking her up with a grunt. This song not only touched the hearts of animals, but also Kate's. In his long life, his ears had never heard such a sound. He lay on his side, letting the sound of peace flow into his warrior system; he even took his attention away from Atlas to watch My game. For some reason, it is important for his soul to listen to this choir on the top of the mountain. The cosmic chemistry of God bends the air in front of us.
My whole body aches from keeping the posture for too long, so I curled up on my wobbly knee and played the flute hard. I gesticulated, trying to get Kate's attention, but the man seemed to lose his way in hypnosis. I stumbled forward, and when the instrument left my lips, the mysterious sound was suppressed like the harsh sound of an old record player.
"Play!" Kate asked angrily. "Let's play!"
"No," I mumbled. "Don't you understand?"
Kate frowned again and cheered up again, only to realize that he had lost his place as a weather maker. "Kate," I whispered, stiff like a wooden board. "It... in front of... in front of... mine..."
Then there was a deep snort, and then a long tongue smeared my face. Kate took a step back, and I closed my eyes tightly, letting the horse eat as long as it wanted. "What... I... What do you do?" I was embarrassed.
"Grab her!" Kate yelled, frightening me and the shy horse. The weather maker swooped the powder from her hoof, bent her nose from my pussy, and threw me on her back. Kate lunged at the horse, but not fast enough. The animal took off from the ground, her passengers sat on it, out of reach, and flew into the sky.
"Fox!" Kate called, and the horse stretched out its wings. Atlas soared and my voice broke as I screamed and clapped my arms. Then, without warning, Ma returned with a dive towards Kate, then dived, and then rushed in and out of the clouds. The flute froze in the palm of my hand, but I still managed to wrap my arms and legs around the horse's ribs.
The samurai fell on his back and found other things in his body: long sleepy laughter, once his laughter came out, he had no room to shrink-a giggle turned into a howl Yelling, a howl turned into a burst of uncontrollable hysteria.
"Do something!"
My cry for help only scratched his smile bone even more. His fingers pointed at me and laughed at me, and his scarred face turned red. The rotating ground below swallowed the vomit into my throat. Atlas' huge wings seemed to be locked by the wind, and her skin color changed from sky blue to cloud gray, and turned to sky blue with the light of a background switch.
It was not until Atlas stopped steadily during the flight that I finally found my position. I fixed my position on her back and grabbed her two stable hairs. (End of this chapter)