Legends Primordial Empire
Different happiness we fall
Book 1
Alexandra Cherching
The book was written and published. It is a translation.
The book is not in that category because I could not find my desired look. So please, don't kick.
Prologue
Once the battle is Iron Throne
pain, death, power - it's his game.
Saruman. Game of Thrones
Spacious room in the residence of the Primordial Guardians of the Empire was lit up by a burning fireplace and a few lamps that never were able to disperse the gloom. The living room was silent, because seven Keepers so well each other knew that the silence was not tense. Only were heard in the atmosphere barely perceptible notes of discontent and expectations.
Perhaps to blame was the nervous shaking of the leg sitting on the windowsill of a dark-haired, curly girl, the only representatives of the fair sex among those present? Or simply a dirty look men in glasses, which he threw at his colleague with a strange hairstyle who hair glittered with gold thin braids.
The door swung open, and the room rapidly entered the tall blond man with spiky, unpleasant look. He casually looked around at those present, nodded and went over to the chair.
- Everyone is here. - Logged leaned back and looked at the man with braids: - Midgar, I would be very grateful if you will leave your undoubtedly interesting activities and pay me some attention.
Redhead barely flinched noticeably and with a smile turned to the newcomer:
– Excuse me, – is finally seeing the interlocutor, puzzled raised an eyebrow, – Lord Choir.
– I don't like to talk to the in masks, – sidelong glanced at the blond man with glasses. – I would be grateful if you would take this into account, Lirvain.
– As you say, Asgard,– he nodded slightly and held his hand. The air trembled, floated, and instead here Shorthair choir appeared swarthy, gray-eyed man. He threw back the white scythe and continued: – the Reason for the meeting we are all familiar with. We can say, summing up the situation, which turned out to be due to yet unknown me person.
Judging by the threatening tone, nothing good comes from exploring the aforementioned white haired «person» can not expect the cost.
– Offer to discuss the most important at the moment, – Asgard adjusted his glasses. – You get access to a list of inheritance?
– Yes. It is only obvious today - grimaced Lirvain. - Fortunately, there is another Conductor.
- The mysterious "but"? - Raise eyebrows copper Midgar.
– Right,– abruptly replied the blond. – The woman, the bastard, and at that, never left the boundaries of the estate. "Chic candidate" for the role of the ruler!
– She's a Conductor, – murmured Midgar. – And this is important. By the way, what is the reaction of light on such a «wonderful» news?
Through pale lips Lirvain ran nasty smile, and the blond replied:
– Personally, I like the reaction of the aristocrats brought a lot of pleasure. The capital is now like an old and dirty room where suddenly turned on the light. Cockroaches running around frantically, because the bastard with the Gift, nothing was known. And then published the list of heirs, and in it the first number of an unknown girl, which even at the court was not even once.
– What an insult to the color of the Primordial Empire! – pretty narrowed his blue eyes Midgar.
– But the insult to insult and miss the chance to educate a girl in the right key, if not to kill time, Clans don't want. – Lirvain poured into a tall glass of ruby wine. – By the way, I wonder why before he published this list, about a girl we don't even know? – Blonde response from colleagues was not waiting and back to the topic: – While Red and Blue almost fought for the right to pick up her environment and teachers. I'm not talking about those ambitious gentlemen who want to bring happiness to the girl of his persona, and himself the throne.
– Such has always lacked – skeptical left Asgard.
– True, and Blue, and Scarlet, and supposedly unobtrusive White very elegantly held Rowena. – Lire bad grinned and saluted with a glass of the Keeper. – Managed to achieve from Alexander signature under the decree that once his daughter is unfamiliar with his Gift, to teach her everything should be able the young heiress, is obliged by the Council of Keepers.
All turned to blithely wiggle feet, curly-haired girl. She only smiled innocently and flashed his dark eyes. It seems that sharing details of Rowena was not going.
– This, incidentally, is another confirmation of the fact that he was practically out of his mind, – glares at the blond winced. – In your right mind did not reach it would be no arguments. Especially if it involved his precious Lilith and her seaglaze brother.
– Flaming... – Midgar laughed softly. – Colorful characters.
– Your dislikes can be discussed later. Anything come back on the issue of death of the heirs? – quietly asked the dark-haired girl slightly bowed his head to the side.
- Aerlis, explain - said Lirvain.
– Poison,– briefly replied the other. – Synthetic poison. Not local. With very curious properties. A normal person would quickly become physically weak, mage will die in seventy cases out of a hundred, but the Guide or Keeper... no Chance. At all. The antidote is also there.
– It is interesting. The action of the poison depends on the concentration of power in the body? – thoughtfully ran her finger along sweaty glass brunette.
– Yes, Rowena, – nodded Aerlis. – Emperor we pulled out because it was rejected elements, now he's a puppet, and it should Red Clan...
– Because favorite something from this Clan, and with claims to the throne, – Lirvain continued the thought of the brunette. – This is not the first time, the hostess got up from the bed of the Emperor and assumed the throne.
– The schemers! What do they expect? Because now the Emperor is the probability of having a child with the Gift of a paltry need. – Expressing his attitude to the situation in General, and Red Clan in particular, Aerlis slammed his hand on the table.
– Why are they the heir with the Gift? – Lirvain raised eyebrow. – Being born a normal child, then there will be no need for the Board of Keepers. After all, while there is a Conductor, we support and guarantor of power. – The blond paused, but soon continued: – And here the problem of the Emperor may have known and the dose of poison was given to small. Keepers also can't do anything directly, – with a sigh, Lirvain ran a hand through his hair. – And not so long ago we subtly hinted that once we have Sources, we must perform only their direct duties and not to participate in the Affairs of the Empire.
- Back to the problem, - Aerlis colleagues came from heaven to earth. - What about the princess?
– Alexandra vir Tolliman, now the heiress of the Primordial Empire, – sighed Lirvain.
- Where is the miracle? - Asked Asgard and adjusted his glasses.
– In the background, – said Lirman. – And someone will have to go, because if Red get her out of the manor, to save the princess from the clutches of their almost not possible. If they want to keep her alive... But if they kill the heir, the rest can be forgotten. Change the ancient traditions – this case is extremely bloody. In this situation, and the Council will not be able to do anything, because without the Guide we don't need. The country can cease to exist in the form in which it is now. That can't happen. We swore allegiance to the Empire.
– Well... the Initiative is punishable, – laughed Midgar. – You and cards in hands! Once invited, he will go.