Methodius Buslaev. The Scroll of Desires

Дмитрий Александрович Емец

Мефодий Буслаев #2

Р’ стародавние времена маг-алхимик Бругус изготовил свиток желаний, РЅР° который наложил заклинание усиления. Свиток РѕРЅ спрятал РІ РѕРґРЅСѓ РёР· РґРІСѓС… шкатулок, защищенных магией Света, Рё отправил РёС… странствовать РІ лопухоидный РјРёСЂ. Р—Р° прошедшие века свиток приобрел чудовищную магическую силу. Свиток желаний – артефакт нейтральный. РћРЅ может служить как РўСЊРјРµ, так Рё Свету. Р?щут его златокрылые, ищут Рё стражи Мрака. Если Тартар обнаружит шкатулку СЃРѕ свитком первым, произойдет катастрофа… Рђ еще мудрецы РёР· Прозрачных Сфер утверждают, что история свитка напрямую будет связана СЃ Дафной, стражем Света, Рё Мефодием Буслаевым – будущим повелителем Тьмы…

Dmitrii Emets

Methodius Buslaev. The Scroll of Desires

Oh, friend, why worry about the secrets of existence? Why torture body and soul with difficult reflections? Live happily, spend time in joy; at the end, they will not ask you why the world is as it is.

Look at the morning, arise, young man, and breathe the joy of dawn! A time will come when you will search and not be able to find this moment of life, which so surprised us in this illusory world. The morning threw off the cloak of gloom, what is there to mourn? Arise, we will make use of the morning, because many mornings will still exist, when there will already not be a breath in us.

В В В В KhayyГЎm

It is a ridiculous thing for any man to dispense with wickedness in himself, which is in his power to restrain, and still strive to suppress it in others, which is impossible.

В В В В M. Aurelius

The soul is a living essence, simple, incorporeal, reasoning and intelligent, making use of a body, and being the source of its powers of life and growth, sensation and generation. It is a free essence, presented with the ability to want and to act, changeable in will, having the min… as its purest part.

В В В В St. John of Damascus

Chapter 1

Rendezvous with the Unlucky Wretch

Moscow had not yet managed to cool down after the hot and stuffy June day. The sun was lying breathlessly on the roofs and panting; however, dim evening shadows were already roaming along the ground. The drainpipe, which Daphne touched in passing, was scorching hot. She winced. Trying in every way not to be different among normal people, she had recently adjusted her pain threshold, making it the same as that of moronoids, and now she never got tired of being surprised by new sensations, constantly making some new discovery.

For example, after thoughtfully drinking boiling water, it is possible to warm up for the rest of one’s life. New footwear gives lots of discomfort. A bitten tip of the tongue hurts for a whole week. If we immediately start on ice cream after tea, teeth begin to ache and the enamel cracks like ancient cliffs. If running romantically barefoot through a puddle, a jagged bottle bottom can easily cut the sole. In general, moronoids do not have a life but continuous limitations. One has to remember so many of all kinds of nonsense!

Manoeuvring between passers-by, Daph continued her jaunt, not having a specific goal or route. At this hour in house в„–В 13 on Bolshaya Dmitrovka, they were accepting reports from succubae and agents. Ares politely asked Daph to disappear somewhere and not to scare the nervous Gloom folks with her Light essence and the flute protruding out of her knapsack. Daph herself was glad to leave. The dejected plasticine faces hardly inspired her to continue making acquainta