Morning is like a morning. To be precise,
"The accuracy is the true strength of the monarchs," today's morning
was affable and tender, affectionate and sunny. Drops of water just ran along
the fresh and bright green grass. The wind blew a light breeze, waving and as if
playing with magnificent hair Llila. The weather was around like a painter's
dream. "But as is known, always in the most beautiful and glorious days,
the most horrible things happen." Actually, today's day probably does not
belong to terrible or frightening evil intentions.
Exactly today Aeron III, King of the Meerkats,
was especially difficult to find something comforting for himself and because
of this the king's soul was compressed by tight snakes of doubt as to a crunch.
Everyone was noticed this and Aeron had time to think on the way to the Royal School for the little ones.
Stopping at the entrance to the school
building, the queen looked at her husband with reproach and interest. Her eyes
seemed to say, "Why are you frozen? Is something wrong?" And the king
decided to ask her opinion after all.
"Do you think we should do all this?"
asked he quietly, as if exhaling air.
"I'm sure!" said she aloud and
sincerely. "Especially you missed one day at all! How are you going to
justify the absence of the second?"
"I'm not sure that this is the most
important thing right now," objected he.
Aeron saw the sparkle of his wife's eyes and
hurried to make a faint smile.
"Remember my beloved that there is nothing
more important than the wisdom of our ancestors and their personal experience,
as well as the knowledge accumulated by them constantly!" She smiled at
her husband and added. "Today we have history lessons, chronicles of
families and you should listen to them."
"Then we'll not lose more time," said
Aeron.
He took Llila tightly by the arm and went into
the depths of the school. The school building was spacious, covered with bright
murals and paintings.
Usually Llila was very fond of the time and
moments in her life when she could see how and with whom her children spend
their time. Actually they were all just pupils now. The future monarch should
know how all the inhabitants of the kingdom live who will be his future
residents. Many centuries ago, one of the ancient grandfathers of Aeron III
passed this law to strengthen the link and strengthen faith in their monarch.
This law is an indispensable foundation for the education and faith of our
Meerkats' people to this day.
"How quickly thoughts change today like
sunbeams on the wall," thought Llila.
She tried to gather strength and begin a
lesson. Children have long been waiting for her first words and have had time
to greet their teachers.
"So, let's begin," said Llila with a
pleasant and slightly singing voice. "Tell me the children, what was the
name of the founder of our school and the first ruler of the kingdom?"
"Aeron!" shouted all the children
together.
"What else was he famous for?" asked
the queen and pointed to a little girl in the middle row.
"He. He was... He was famous..."
began the girl uncertainly but she saw the support of the monarchs and
continued calmly. "He became famous in the battle against the Supreme
Evil, fighting on the side of the New Gods."
"That's right. Well done!" praised
the queen her.
She wanted to ask the following question but as
is known "Events always need the support of time". But the time for
the question was missed because, at that moment, someone knocked loudly in a
velvet-clad and silver-embroidered door.
"Excuse me teacher, I'm not
interrupting?" said the friendly voice of Llewelyn right after knocking at
the door.
He was the adoptive brother of Llila and the
most famous jester or as he said he was the magician of illusion in the
inhabited and uninhabited world. After the voice, his owner appeared who didn't
forget at the entrance to play an illusory scene from the loud announcement of
his titles and beautiful flares of fireworks. Now can definitely say that the
bright and decorated with famous words, paintings, letters, the classroom
became lighter and it seemed to be illuminated by a thousand lights. Smiles of
children and their sincere happiness pleased Llila and made her heart beat
harder.
The children were very happy, the organizer of
the holiday passed along the entire room and sat comfortably on the back of the
desk next to Ardiurium. Ardiurium is the eldest son of Llila who usually just
loved to listen to stories of the glory and exploits of his ancestors. Turning
and looking at her husband, the queen noticed how his eyes glitter like a ray
of sun in a deep, dark and gloomy cave.
"Yes, he was glad of the arrival of the
mage," she confirmed her thoughts and decided to continue.
"Well. Let's continue our lesson,"
said the queen with a quiet and confident voice.
And she looked at the children attentively and
realized why her husband had such an innocent and ironic smile on his face. The
children's thoughts were now far from the history of their cities and castles,
far from the history of their heroes and majestic rulers. The children's
thoughts ran through wide and sweet fields and meadows, forests and lands of
the greatest gift of Fantasy which was returned by the New Gods and again given
to all living beings. Children literally dreamed of their idol of the flesh and
blood of Llewelyn, lord of children, joyful, sweet and sincere smiles. All
their attention was undivided by the illusionist and Llila understood that she
should act differently.
Literally recently, the wisdom of the past
generation was remembered about how someone said that "Events always need
the support of time" and actually the queen's time is almost gone. This is
the power of prophecy, the gift of seeing everything in front, in its practical
action. So now Llila remembered these words and she understood what she needed
to do. Following the example of her husband, she smiled, bowed to the children
and said.
"The lesson is over. You can bother him as
you wish, because he interrupted us such a wonderful lesson," said the
queen cheerfully and winked playfully to the whole class with her left eye.
Llewelyn felt guilty and he showed his regret
with all his appearance.
After a couple of seconds, Llewelyn was
surrounded by the smiles and fun of the most sincere creatures in the world.
"Children really love this mage,"
thought Aeron.
He watched their faces and heard another laugh
because of the new joke of the illusionist.
"Have you ever thought that Allwunar is
still not so popular with children? And this despite all his aspirations and
kindness," asked Llila quietly her husband.
She sat down neatly at the table to him.
"I thought about it, darling. I
thought," breathed out and smiled Aeron to her. “The fact is that the
children love to play. So a strict, proud, self-confident mage, as Allwunar
think he is, does not really like them. Well, don't forget about the charisma
Llewelyn also."
"This is a good observation, my
king."
There was a quiet and confident voice behind
the monarchs but they already knew that Allwunar should not be mentioned if you
don't expect to see him right now.
"Allwunar!" said Llila enthusiastically
and surprised.
She tried to save a stupid situation.
"You're on time because we just remembered
about you."
"Thank you, I heard," said the mage
and smiled.
"I have a question! Except us, no one sees
you? And this does not bother anyone," asked Aeron.
"Children are busy with their favorite
pastime. Let them continue to play and I need to talk with you," said the
mage and went to the exit from the classroom.
The monarchs winked at each other, looked
quickly at the children, and went out of the room to a mysterious conversation.
The corridor of the school was empty and quiet.
It was very surprising because there are usually a lot of children of different
ages at school.
"Such days of calm and tranquility are
rare," thought Aeron.
He took his wife by the arm and went straight
to the mage.
Allwunar stood at the far wall and looked at a
painting of a very ancient author who portrayed the messenger with an important
letter in his hands.
"Today, the royal mage wanted to give us a
bit of irony," thought Llila.
She came closer to him and smiled affably.
"What happened, my friend?" asked
Aeron III with quiet and worried voice.
"Here is strange news or, more precisely,
spy gossip," said Allwunar with an enigmatic smile.
"We are all in your attention," said
the queen quietly.
"This morning I was feeling
restless," said worried mage to friends. "And I decided to look to
the most distant places to calm this feeling. But fate knows our plans and
always wants to offer us its ready-made solution," said he seriously and
continued. "So it happened. I didn't have time to take my Magic Ball and
how it was necessary to concentrate, as on my door knocked. At the threshold
stood our special spy from the barbarous lands of the trolls, Tkindrya."
"For a long time I have not seen or heard
him," said the monarch quietly.
"I am too. I am too!" said Allwunar
slightly raising his voice. "Here is another essence. Tkindrya informed me
that the laws in the Barbed Tribe had become very cruel. Death is the punishment
for any wrongdoing."
The mage made an easy pause, letting the
surprised monarchs come to themselves. As soon as he saw that they gathered
their thoughts and continued.
"Tkindrya also said that the troll army is
preparing for some kind of verification on their borders and he doesn't like
all this. In one word, very strange and I'm afraid scary things are happening
there now," summed up the mage.
"It's trolls," said Aeron thoughtfully
after a short pause.
He looked out the window with a sad smile and
said.
"This means Llewelyn was right and this is
the future. It means trolls will attack the castle. Here they are green with
brown hordes like the sea breaks against the rock of our castle walls,"
said he in a low and thoughtful voice. "Yes, Llewelyn was right,"
understood he.
Aeron looked at his wife and friend, he could
realize how surprised and frightened they were.
"You're right, Aeron," said Allwunar.
He guessed the thoughts or just read them.
"Llila, the sun and the happiness of our
kingdom, please go for Llewelyn. Aeron and I will be waiting for you in the
throne room."
"Well, Allwunar, I also see that the
presence of a brother is necessary in conversation," said she.
Llila went to the side of the children who had
fun with their idol and didn't know anything about it.
An hour or so later, everyone had time to
discuss all the latest news and fill in the gaps in each other's information.
There was also another very important conversation in the throne room.
If someone asked historians about when so many
famous, talented, interesting people gathered together for the last time in
this throne room, then historians would have difficulty answering this
question. But we are not historians today, and we are interested in other
facts, so we only mention that the throne room shone like a thousand candles
and the noise stood in it as if on a theatrical performance. At the triangular
table, that stood right in the center of the room, sat shoulder to shoulder
Daytuarui II, Aeron III, Llila, Allwunar, and Llewelyn. In a word, there was
very cheerful and different unity.
"So, let's begin!" said Daytuarui II
loud and solemn.
The dragon looked around everyone.
"I think it is still necessary to sum up
this story and think about what needs to be done."
"I agree with you, oh mighty king,"
said Llewelyn as always with a big smile and irony in his voice. "Who want
to do it out loud, to collect a complete picture of the events?"
"Of course, you want," said Llila
sincerely and encouraging interlocutors.
"No, it's better I am," said
Allwunar.
The mage stood up from the table and began to
walk around his friends.
"Well, although it seemed to me that all
the views and the choice were on me," smiled Aeron sadly.
"Darling, you're wrong," said the
queen tenderly. "Everyone would more like a more jocular presentation of
Llewelyn, than melancholy and sad yours," said she and all laughed
together.
"So, nevertheless, I am," said the
illusionist in the affirmative and pointed to himself with his finger.
"Well, the kids listen to the most beautiful and sad story about love,
sorcery, villains and dragons." A loud laughter was heard again in the
hall.
"We don't know much, but everything that
we already know makes us think and decide," cleared his throat, began
Llewelyn from afar. "One thing I can say with confidence that the
prophecy, the gift of seeing the future is like a dice game because you never
know exactly how you interpreted the events you saw. We know for sure that
there were wizards and mages in the Aeron family who were able to see the
future and accurately predict it. But this gift requires experience, skill and
years of practice, so we should not believe strongly in this fact."
"Now you're talking as Allwunar,"
dragon interrupted the storyteller. "But where are your stories?"
"Here they are, my friend. It was a
warning section and the story begins right now," said the illusionist.
He grinned and gesticulated, making smiles and
collecting the laughs of the others.
"...”
"Yes, your acting is amazing. Applause,
there will be unnecessary words," said Aeron.
They all made a noise, beat the floor with
their feet and loudly applauded the bard and the illusionist.
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