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The waves, wind and fire. Episode X

The newspapers always write the veracity, only the veracity is not truth; there is always a chance to distort it. Actually these thoughts awakened the King of the Water Temple Citurei XXV and distracted from a beautiful dream. His morning was not like on that memorable day. There was the usual morning of quite ordinary king. There was breakfast, lunch and reception of citizens in the throne room, complaints and issues. The fish king sat more comfortably in his throne and put on a chilly plaid. He thought it was time to rest.
"There's day as day," said the king in a low voice and continued to think aloud. "In any case, its first half went quietly and without strange black spots on the ceiling. No one again wants to bite you for your plump and sensitive ear..."
"You should not do this, my dear and kind friend with fins," said a mocking voice suddenly behind Citurei XXV. Literally the king jumped on his throne and began to look around with huge bulging eyes to the sides.
"Who is here?" said the king hesitantly.
"Nobody here," said the voice mockingly and added. "Everybody is already there, in the sea at the Evil Mountains."
"Who's everyone? What are they doing there?" asked Citurei timidly when he was convinced that there was no one else in the huge and magnificent throne room.
"Everyone, it's everyone!" shouted up the voice aloud in a snide tone and laughed noisily.
The king pursed his lips; this all offended him severely and even slightly irritated him. Not every day the king can hear the taunts and not every day he is able to tolerate them when they say such words in person. Fish King gathered all his will into a fist, pursed his lips and took the most worthy royal look. Then Citurei XXV said.
"Alright, they are there, I'm here and you don't have anywhere else," said Citurei XXV clearly and confidently with the right voice. After a few seconds after that, he left the throne room and went to his office. He warned the servants that they should call the chief guard of the service to him and prepared a courier for sending an urgent and very important letter.
As soon as the Fish King left the throne room and closed behind him a massive iron and gold-bound door, like shadows began to form in the room behind the throne. After a moment they turned into two silhouettes. The Black Mages and it was they who stood on the right and left side of the throne and carefully looked at it.
"You said he's stupid and will do whatever we need." One of the interlocutors broke the silence and his loud words echoed in the huge hall.
"I said but the silly does not mean obedient and quite the opposite of the decisive," answered the second figure of the black mage with sarcastic remarks. And that figure tried with the toe of black, like soot, boot the plaid that hung from the throne.
"I agree but "She" does not pat our heads. What shall we do sister?" asked the first figure and carefully looked on the actions of the partner.
"What?! What?! Find another fool and make him do what we need," said sister sarcastically.
"Maybe better the greedy?" asked the black mage insecurely.
"You don't be a pessimist, brother," said she and added. "No, they will not believe the greedy and they will surely believe a fool. So their world is arranged. They believe only the fools or liars."
"Alright, we still have the more time," said the Black Mage thoughtfully and kicked the plaid with his boot. Sister, the main thing not to give them an occasion to know the truth and veracity. We do not need all this..."
"Hush!" interrupted partner him. “Immediately visible that the insidiousness and intrigue is not yours, brother, do you forget?! Even the empty room has its eyes and ears!”
She said angrily and dissolved into black spots at the foot of the throne. Brother had only to follow the example of his sister and become a new black spot on the wall near the columns. He already knew who was chosen in the role of a fool by his sister. He hurried to help her play a subtle and complex theatrical performance.

Today's morning brought strange and seemingly forgotten sounds. It was the sound of a clang of a hammer on the anvil. Apparently today the local blacksmith decided to surprise everyone with his forgotten work. A loud sound of metal was heard throughout the district; it was mixed with a hiss of oil and blew a huge blacksmith's fur. Even this noise tried to get into the windows of the royal rooms. If the sounds had their mind and were not a phenomenon of nature or elements, the sound would be very upset by the fact that all his efforts were empty. The King and Queen of MeerkatLand were now sitting in the throne room next to their old friends.
In the meantime, the local metal master or simply Blacksmith Kanur dipped his first forged piece into a bucket of oil. For a long time it was the first time, so he watched it with interest. The metal took a noble bluish tinge. The blacksmith's hands still remembered how to forge armor and swords that were famous in former years throughout the continent of Diopken and beyond. Kanur examined carefully the plate and made sure that it was ready. He put it carefully on the table and took up a new work piece.
"Why are not you sleeping? As always, do you have nightmares?" asked his annoying friend and partner, Little Hammer, from behind him.
"Why, why, on the hammer," answered the blacksmith annoyed. "You just need to know, right?"
"Yes, it is," answered a friend honestly. He made sure of the quality of the work and helped to trim the work piece on the anvil. "You've known me for a long time. I was created so, I live so."
"I agree, I'm sorry," said the blacksmith. He tried to shout over the noise of a hammer hit on the anvil. "I have not good premonition. The war is coming soon and our army has no armor and gear. So I decided to fix it."
"A premonition is always good," said Little Hammer seriously. "My creator and father said you know, so you can prepare."
"Your creator is very wise," said Kanur. He looked away from the work piece. "Okay, stop talking. Let's help me better with the work or until the evening I will make one armor."
"You do not need to persuade me. You know I love my job," said Little Hammer and took up his usual work.

Then again a loud noise and the clang of metal came from the forge. This worried and convinced the mage of the correctness of his thoughts. He hurried to bring his new thoughts to friends.
"War, fear and suffering are coming!" said Allwunar sadly. "Even our blacksmith Kanur feels this. From the very morning, he made burning hot his furnace red-hot and took up the hammer.


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