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Illusion in the pocket. Chapter 16. Part II

After some time, the Head of the Guild of Magicians, Llewrun, fulfilled his promise to them. Soon after, they enrolled a new student named Llewelyn for the first year at the Academy of Sorcery , Miracles and Magic. On the first day of his education, the boy proved his talent in the art of illusion and knavery, fascinating the entire commission of the Academy with his lovely and harmonious theatrical scenes. Despite the cheerful and playful nature, Llewelyn has given almost all of his time to the study. He very often missed all nonsense that other students liked to do. “Fate helps those who try to don’t like those who are above all, those who don’t care”. His mastery will grow and grow with the years, and his talent will allow him to take the place of the dean of the Mystical Sciences of Illusion and Knavery. The years of education have become one of the most beautiful in Llewelyn’s life. The family supported the future dean in his desires and tried not to deny his wishes.

Illusion in the pocket. Chapter 16. Part I

"Illusion has a secret in itself." These are words of Llewelyn's last speech at the Academy of Sorcery , Miracles and Magic. "We all live in our illusion. Some illusions wish good to us. Others wish fear and hatred for us. There is nothing in illusion, no fear, no pain and no good until we add these feelings ourselves. Illusion must be sown, reaped, raised and helped strengthen. But remember one more thing, the illusion is not evil and not good, it only helps us all to live today.” "Not all stories of life start happily, not all stories of life end in evil." Therefore, without distorting facts, we will return all of us back to the past. It was a beautiful sunny and green day. It's a meeting day for two slightly different strangers. On this day, two different worlds collided in a clearing near the castle at a fast and clear stream. One world was a bit wild, naked and funny. The other world was confident and strong, wise, tough and quite

In the captivity of the doubt. Chapter XV

"I beg you, don't worry and calm down," said a calming and slightly domineering voice to his interlocutor. "I hope this is not your first interview? Is it, Notric?" "No, it isn't, Mr. President. I work in the newspaper "Ears and Littletail" for a very long time, just I was a little shocked of your sincerity and manner of conversation," Notric answered in a kind tone to the question. "Forgive my directness, you are much calmer, more confident and more sociable than other rulers, Mr. Pelterson," the journalist said politely. "That's fine. So we’ll conduct our conversation, praising each other's merits," President made a joke. "You see. Well, how? How can you seriously talk about any topic?" "Like this. When it is necessary, I can be more serious, especially if the question applies to my country," said Pelterson, smiling. "Well then, our readers will have the first q

The Family Chronicles. Chapter XIV

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 repr

The Memories of Vagrant. Episode XIII

"The beginning was in the beginning," said a cheerful voice from the tent with different everyday goods. Then careful hands took out something smooth and long, and laid it on the table before the interlocutor. "Or has my Monarch already forgotten?" asked the voice ironically. "No, I've not forgotten or, more accurately, how can I even forget you?" said Aeron III and looked inside the tent. He's following the interlocutor. It was stuffy and damp in the tent of dark red velvet but very clean although it was a workshop in the fact. It was in a well-known workshop for the whole world, or rather to its master, King Aeron III came from the very early morning. He wanted to discuss very complex and exciting questions with his old friend. "The patient, what are you complaining about?" asked playfully the owner of the tent. He quickly began to clear the table before him. "Drop these jokes, you are not a doctor, you are a