them for the comments, and I did not expect that my writing style is similar to the famous writer Brandon Sanderson's, and I am even more pleased that I have a similar style with a famous writer, although I have never read his books.
ps.
we write a lot, in addition to what we publish here, we also write our own original stories only there, the main characters are the main narrators, describing their way to the grand finale, where two heroes, before the final duel, tell how they got to the heart of the empire where they decide everything in the fight for everything, this style will be presented soon in Frozen 3 Sixth Spirit in chapters 12 and 13.

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Late in the afternoon, on the north road from Orleans, the only collage currently driving appeared, it was Carlos Kozlowski, today extremely cautious, behaving in accordance with the safety rules, in addition to a shirt with fruit elements, brown pants, he was also wearing a reflective vest, and a helmet on his head also with reflectors glued on, as well as his yellow bike, also marking the position of the leader, today Carlos, driving north out of the city to a unique hill for him, despite being careful, he gazed with delight at the world, the setting sun and the first of the stars appearing lazily, and the image moon disk.

That day Carlos fulfilled another of his dreams, a dream that he fulfilled every free day, Saturday or Sunday, visiting a magical place where the strange and stupid world lost in fear and lies was not heard, where the purest of dreams were born in his head, for many who rode today this view was rather everyday and typically monotonous but Carlos in such moments was always able to appreciate what was everyday and untouched by human hands, much of what Carlos had always treated as something that could disappear tomorrow.

- why the world forgets so easily, why we don't appreciate everything we have every day, heh, funny, so easily lied to. Carlos said to himself and then, stopping for a moment on the side of the road, he turned on his Smart Fon and pressed one of the earphones into his right ear, playing one of his favorite songs that accompanied him in such moments.

It was "Everdream by Epic Soul Factory" which he felt was part of a reflection of his own world, and Carlos had a really big world, his world was as big as the one around him and it was so unreal because he was so weak, submissive to a lie which Carlos never acknowledged and never lied to.

As soon as the first rhythm sounded, Carlos smiled to himself and looked at the sky again, and the speeding cars and their drivers seemed not even to pay attention to him, rushed by the endless race for money and illusory goals.

Carlos pressed a couple of times and on his bike he pulled into traffic, riding carefully with one ear on the world around him and the other ear listening to the music, the lights of the lamps, the cars reflecting off the vest, the helmet and the yellow bike each time, Carlos sped on, farther and farther successively moving away from the noisy city, returning to ever quieter areas where the silence was interrupted only by moving cars, buses and trucks, so Carlos watched drivers and passengers, trying to see let's go those pair of eyes that would be interested in the world around him, but even driving children seemed to pay no attention to anything, focused solely on phones, tablets, smartphones, everything that provided electronic entertainment today.

For at least an hour nothing changed, everyone was interested in something completely different than the world around them, so Carlos was a fan of PC and console games but also appreciated what was around him, even though he did not see anyone interested in the increasingly starry sky the sky, the rising moon, Carlos did not lose his joy, on the contrary, because he was always able to appreciate what seemed imperceptible, until a certain moment, until a certain moment, until his eyes saw a bus with a school tag coming home, then then Carlos saw a couple of children who, with equal intensity, were looking at the sky, the setting sun and the star show, some of them were taking pictures with their phones, others were showing something in the sky, although this view was temporary, it brought a lot of happiness to a man who likes to dream.

- dreams will always be there. Carlos said to himself, pausing for a moment to look back at the city and to the right where the sun was setting.

- they will always be there, but you must not forget them, this is the biggest mistake. Carlos added, then set off again, riding his bike to a familiar place.

- because dreams will always be free from fear and lies, just like my world, maybe someday a certain girl will become a part of it, from this world, the real one?. Carlos asked himself as the smile never left his face.

At one point, Carlos passed a black car standing on the side of the road with the lights off, after a while another, after a few minutes, the same two cars with the headlights off all the time passed him and stopped on the side of the road again, for many people such a sight would certainly be strange and even suspicious , for many people who like conspiracy theories, this would be a high-risk alarm, but Carlos didn't see it that way, he, this big kid, just turned his attention to the irresponsibility of drivers.

- don't they know that they should turn on the lights, after all, they behave completely irresponsibly. Carlos said to himself.

Responsibility is the only thing Carlos valued the most in the real world, just like the art of helping the wounded and needy, Carlos took the proper courses to be always ready and today he had a red first aid kit attached to the basket behind the seat ready to help in case of need,

Finally, Carlos, driving steadily north, stopped in front of a small gravel road leading to a hill to the east, this was his place, his haven, a place full of dreams, old, new and memories that returned to him every evening, Carlos turned right and with more emphasis he entered the gravel road full of stones, but this time he was not alone.

Carlos wasn't looking, he should have, because today he wasn't alone, six agents and a bald scientist leading them were riding thirty meters away with their night vision goggles on, all dressed in black suits, each armed with incapacitating weapons, electric guns that easily paralyzed anyone who they hit, in the first car, next to the driver with the night vision device, was Hank, who was instructing his agents.

- don't lose him, this man will lead us to our priority.

- for sure, as for me, it's some kind of dummy, it doesn't look like a spy.

- boy, I know that he is not a spy, he is an ordinary man, but he will lead us to a great goal, because he is not ordinary, he is a madman, that's what the psychological profile says. Hank said.

The scientist's words made the driver look at his superior for a moment, not understanding anything about the purpose for which Hank had ordered to follow an ordinary man, a madman as he called him, yet he confidently drove the car further hidden in the darkness, in the black of the car and the silenced muffler and hood, so that no one, even ten meters away, could hear the moving car, even the tires on the gravel road full of stones filled with paper and special gel were almost silent.

- remember, this man will help us a lot.

- if the boss says so, I will not fail, I will not lose sight of him, wait, I think he turned again, where is he going.

- goes to the mountain, what he supposedly wants to do.

- look at the stars like my son does. The third agent behind the driver laughed.

Carlos, turning right, got off the bike and, now walking, led the bike side by side up a steep hill, Carlos, taking deep breaths, pulled his bike up to the very top, from which there was a wonderful view of everything.

- here we are again my friend, me and my dreams. Said Carlos first putting his bike on the ground and then staring at the view of the city of New Orleans, and the edge of the horizon where you could see the ocean, the Mid American Bay, and the view of what was in the sky.

That day was special, the sky was practically cloudless, everything around was so calm, a gentle zephyr was blowing lightly, making his blond hair, colorful shirt and brown trousers move, Carlos inhaled the air with great passion, feeling the smell of the world that surrounded him and greedily devoured everything was all around him, his eyes staring in wonder at the sky, the horizon, the ocean, the stars and the moon, all that never let him forget his childhood dream to fly, to be more than just a man, a hero, a villain, a thief, detective, the hero of one of his games, or be a happy man.

- never forget. Carlos said to himself, sitting down on the ground with his bike behind him and they turn on their Smart phone, playing another song that was supposed to accompany him today.

Carlos w swim Smartphone, main welkin collection of favorite songs and authors including, among others, Audiomachine, Two Steps From Hell, Sybrid Music, Atom Music Audio, Pegasus Music Audio, Really Slow Motion, Brand x Music, Twelve Titans Music, M83 , Epic Soul Factory, Hans Zimmer, Thomas Bergersen, Andreas K bler, Marcus Warner, Ivan Torrent, John Dreamer, Florian Bur, Adrian Von Ziegler and various Soundtracks.

Finally, after a few moments, Carlos found what he wanted to hear today, what was closest to his crazy heart, what recalled his dreams that day, Embers Glow, to Bob Bradley & Thomas Balmforth, this very song sounded soft but loud enough to and the agents hidden in the bushes could hear it.

Carlos, not paying attention to anything, stared into space, remembering his dreams, what happened to him, his father's escape, the misunderstanding of his mother who wanted to fulfill her dreams because of him and that despite all this, he did not break down, always finding shelter in dreams .

- thanks to you, no one can defeat me. Carlos whispered to himself.

Meanwhile, the six agents looked with slight surprise at the doctor sitting behind the bush, who still insisted on following this man who was greeting his dreams again today.

- and what, he's supposed to lead us to something, it's funny, I had my training and I can see it right away, this man is a big child, someone who is not an agent, he's a roach, I don't know what I'm actually doing here. Said the Agent who was remembering his son at the time.

- well, apart from the fact that he reminds me of my seven-year-old son, I can thank him for that. The Agent said to himself but loud enough for the others to hear.

- that's right, there's something to it, but you know we're paid, first of all, it's our patriotic duty, secondly, and thirdly, even the best sometimes make mistakes. Said the driver, looking out of the corner of his eye at the bald scientist.

- leave me alone, I can't be wrong, listen, look at the sky, something will start in a moment. Hank said.

- aliens?. The driver asked jokingly, which was also reflected in the quiet laughter of everyone, because the six agents saw it only as a joke, or paranoia, or a big mistake, or all at once.

Hank waved his hand at this, and his men, apart from observing the seated man through night vision goggles, also watched the sky, and with every minute their humor gave way only to weariness, b apart from the night sky and stars and the moon, there was nothing unusual about it.

- hey, you have to admit that this Carlos is right to come here, the views from this place are amazing, look there, you can see the whole city here, New Orleans, I didn't think that from this perspective this noisy city can be so quiet and beautiful and those stars, man, when I get home I'll watch the stars with my son, that's for sure. Said the agent, still mentioning his son.

- well, there's something magical about it, ha, like something from the past, man, I remember something, on such a night I kissed my wife for the first time, it's beautiful. Said the driver, staring at the sky, the moon and twinkling stars.

- are they all possessed by something, if they're not focused, we'll lose sight of him, right away. Hank thought as something suddenly appeared in the sky that Stave had been telling him about.

- look there, that's it!. Hank shouted, pointing to a small point in the sky that was speeding by.

All the agents suddenly dirty with dreams looked up at the sky and saw a shooting star, but different from the ones they usually saw, this star flew like a thunderbolt over their heads and disappeared somewhere behind the great peak where Carlos had been sitting until recently and now he and his bike were gone no trace.

- where is he, alarm, quick to the cars, come on. Hank shouted, getting into the black silenced car first.

The other agents suddenly sobered up quickly and seriously jumped into their seats, the driver immediately started the engine and hit the gas, then something very strange happened, the car instead of starting it just growled once and got out completely and what's even weirder the other car also met with the same, both engines suddenly crackled and went out completely.

- what happens to clear and not clear, quickly check it out. said Hank, taking one of the night vision goggles into his hands.

Some agents immediately opened the hoods checking the engines, but what was visible at first glance was nothing good and that was what the agents had to say.

- Mr. Hank, we have bad news.

- just don't tell me that our cars broke down, no, I don't accept that you hear. Hank said, doing his best to push the dark thoughts away.

- Unfortunately yes.

- exactly, the fuel pumps have burst, we are grounded.

- NO!. Hank shouted and without thinking, without words, without orders, he suddenly rushed to the top of a small hill where Carlos once sat and his six agents completely confused, not knowing what to do or what to say, just stared at the escaping scientist and then looked dreamily at the view full of stars.

- what we do.

- I don't know.

- but I know.

- Meaning.

- Tomorrow I'm going back to my son, and what today I don't know. Said the driver as his smile also became as big as the smile of the wanted man.

Meanwhile, ever since Carlos saw a shooting star, he couldn't react other than to run towards the fading light, but all kinds of thoughts appeared in his head, especially the scary ones, because he had seen many movies, played many games where the story of the labo ended or usually began from the world being hit by a shooting star, an asteroid, and, after all, it started with the worst, monsters, viruses, everything.

- I have to do it anyway, it's not all bad. Carlos said to himself as he got on his bike when the earth had dispossessed a bit and was a bit safer apart from the great darkness pierced only by the moon and stars, and that tiny glow that seemed to fade with every second.

Despite the first fears, Carlos felt in his chest that what lay there would change everything that was currently going on, deep down he wanted this something to make a great change and even imagined the beginning of a new, his first great adventure, but he did not know what really arrived, he didn't know that everything would ultimately be in his hands, his and the hands of a certain scientist.

- whatever it is, I have to find it.

- maybe it's just a small meteorite, maybe it's something more. Carlos said, his big smile breaking through the darkness as he drove his yellow bike almost to Lepo.

- and if it's something bad, it's hard to say, I think I did my part. But no, I can't think like what, I'll deal, I'll run, maybe I'll be the first to inform the world about the threat, or I'll be some bug's dinner like in that movie with aliens and black suits, che. Despite uncertainty, despite fears, Carlos was able to maintain a good mood even that evening, he was not afraid, on the contrary, the closer he was to the source of light, the stronger his joy became.

- light, it can't be bad.

- this is my chance.

- I'll be there first. Carlos laughed as he continued to speed on his bike until his eyes finally caught sight of a small crater.

It was the first moment of hesitation, Carlos stood on the edge of a crater the size of a basketball court, and something that was in his heart, something that shone against the night, as if it were a real star in the sky that makes dreams come true.

- it's impossible, star from the sky, but. Carlos said to himself as he got off the bike, taking off his helmet and reflective vest.

Carlos put all this down next to his bike and carefully walked down the rim of the crater, his black sneakers never sinking into the ground, and yet the ground outside the crater was soft, but this one was hard, unshakable, as if a heavy roller had trampled it properly.

At some point, Carlos stopped because he felt a strange heat on himself, what was in the middle seemed to emanate a strange warmth, at one point Carlos felt like running away and everything, as it turned out, was caused by a small rock suddenly cracked and two meters high something gold popped out.

- gosh is this an attack!. Carlos screamed as he climbed to the edge of the crater and watched everything from what he thought was a safe distance, suddenly all the heat that was emanating went out, as well as the glow that was now only the reflection of starlight and moonlight.

- what should I do. Carlos asked himself, at first Carlos really wanted to run home, seeing something that jumped up and fell like a delicate feather was no one's normal.

- it's definitely something cosmic, maybe an alien, maybe their technology, what to do here. Carlos asked again, carefully rising to his feet, but this is going to sound strange. Carlos looked up at the stars, the moon and what was behind him, and eventually his eyes landed on something reflecting the night light, something that scared him so much.

- if not me, then who. Carlos said to himself. Gathering courage again and descending down the crater.

Even though everything told Carlos not to do it, the sight of the golden thing could be scary, there was also something about it that made Carlos unable to turn back, and without trembling his legs, hands, Carlos slowly and carefully descended almost to the center of the huge crater

- What is this. Carlos asked as his eyes finally began to see the unknown cosmic object.

As it turned out, it was a small tiny token with a double HH symbol, something gold, something strange, but it didn't look like dangerous alien technology or anything that wanted to destroy the whole world, and Carlos no longer felt fear when looking at the strange symbol.

In Carlos Kozlowski's head there were many ideas, possibilities, answers to what this object could be.

- is it really a star, it doesn't look like a star, rather an ordinary token, or maybe it fulfills dreams, wishes, but where to start, from what. Carlos, looking at the gold token, weighed all the possibilities, trying to find an answer to one question, but in the end everything focused on only one.

- what it is, it will turn out, let's see. Carlos said reaching for a small golden thing.

Meanwhile, in the darkness of the night, through the silent lands, the scientist Hank was making his way, more panicked, terrified, shocked, because he had promised himself and his friend that he would find another token, that by following the madman he would find the necessary item to recreate the portals of the worlds, and now all this seemed to burst before his eyes.

- I can't fail, where is he, well, what's with this night vision device, what's up, does everything have to break down today. Hank said nervously waving the night vision goggle and tapping it against his head.

Sometimes the simplest action brings the effect and that's what happened when Hank hit his head hard with the night vision goggle, making a big bruise on his forehead, the night vision goggle itself was immediately activated and Hank, despite the discomfort and a slight pain, put the night vision goggle on his eyes and started running in a completely random direction, until until he saw a tire mark on the ground.

- I got you, now you can't escape me unless you use, no!. Don't even say that! Hank shouted at himself and with full determination pulled a .44 Magnum gun from his trousers and jacket.

The main plan was to track the madman, use him to locate the next token, and use the high-voltage stun weapon to incapacitate Carlos and get the gold token, no one ever talked about using live weapons, lethal weapons, but Hank had his own priority in all of this. , getting a token above all else, even if he personally had to pull the trigger himself, and the scariest thing right now wasn't using a gun, but that Carlos could have just used the power of the token and transported to another world, thereby ruining the chance of a great plan.

- he can't, he can't, I won't let him, it's our treasure, ours!. Hank shouted, then rushed after the tire tracks on the ground like a furious animal.

Hank, he didn't even care about his own safety, health and fatigue, Hank ran with all his might, though his lungs almost fell out of his mouth, though he was breathing heavily, he kept running until his fear mixed with hope, because his eyes saw the first crater lying on the yellow bike on the edge, and what was out of sight, Hank, raising his gun high, ran to the edge, there he saw the man standing in the heart of the track, calmly standing sideways to him in front of the gold token lying in the middle, this was the moment when Carlos feuded reached for the gold token and Hank shouted and fired a couple of times.

- Don't touch it or you'll die!. Hank shouted, but his words were too late as his finger tightened on the trigger.

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I love writing and listening to music at the same time, it relaxes me a lot, gives me strength, helps me, I love listening to various Soundtracks, music from Trailer movies, while writing these chapters I listened to two Soundtracks, "Everdream, by Epic Soul Factory" and "Embers Glow, by Bob Bradley & Thomas Balmforth just like Carlos does, I also love looking at the stars not like a scientist, wondering how, what, why, and where, when I look at the stars I smear, because the most beautiful of them are created right there, sometimes I can look until midnight and dreaming, recalling sweet childhood years, and never forgetting that he was once a child, it must be admitted that the story and film "Le Petit Prince" has a lot of wisdom in it, but back to the point, because the fate of many and the token itself has been in the hands of Carlos and scientist Hank.