Amaranta – Captive of Elf’s King

Tricks of evil spirits

Angus returned to the castle in upset feelings. To go beyond the king of the elves in the magical world to him, of course, failed. For him, simple mortal, Arch was a passage to nowhere. And the Emerald Dragon, which glistened in the dark, like a whole treasury, turned out to be a cunning pot. Almost all the knights of the detachment burned down in his fire. Survived one Theobald. Yes, and then only thanks to mutilated once the evil spirits. For some reason, noticing injury, the dragon spared him.

The order does not kill Angus, obviously gave Dagda himself by virtue of an already violated agreement. How could you disrupt the magic contract? After all, he was saturated with charms and himself is obliged to stand guarding the agreement.

Angus could hardly curb his anger. He wanted to destroy his own castle with his hands. Usually, the enemies will take a rich fortress, and they don’t kidnap the wife! A war would be better for him. In vain, he still concluded an agreement with the king of elves. Theobald initially foresaw an evil and assured him that the elves were insidious. He was right! It was worth listening to him.

Because of the charm of Dagda, Angus did not notice the danger. Even the fact that the recently Finodirries began to destroy the temple, did not seem strange. It was necessary to at least pay attention to the behavior of Amaranta. She was as an empty doll. It turns out, at the beginning Dagda kidn*pped her consciousness, and then took her body. For goodbye, Amaranta did not say a word. She did not think anything? How to return his wife back? Dagda betrayed. Only Medea Shai remained. Once the king of elves kidn*pped his spouse, probably the queen of Fairies will help to free her.

Angus did not expect a servant in the castle to meet his assurances in the fact that everything was calm around the circle, and the countess had already gone into a married bedroom.

“What is the countess?”

The servants took him for the crazy.

“Countess Amaranta, of course,” clarified the butler. To communicate with a unknown owner, everyone was afraid.

“So she returned home?”

Again puzzling glances.

“She did not leave anywhere,” one of the girlfriends Amararantas was descended in the hall of the castle. It seems her called an Adeline. Angus, no matter how hard it tried, could not remember all her girls for names. They are all polite, pretty, slender, but in general, all on one face. He wanted to see Amaranta again.

“So she is now in the castle?”

Adeline began to tell the latest news.

“I can not even talk to her. She only answers "yes" or "no". I could glimpse how she handed all the falcons with the bare hands. It is instead of going with them on a falcon hunting! I'm afraid to approach the falcons without a special glove, on which they should be sitting.”

Angus was nervous, collecting the pieces of puzzle in the brain. Dagda for some reason returned her back.If Amaranta is at home, then he can not worry.To return her consciousness is easier than her physical shell. In the nearest village, there is a witch doctor, which helps with the removal of damage. If it does not help, it is worth calling the court magician from Ilion.

“And you ever heard about the submenus,” Theobald suddenly arose next. How much did he hear from the conversation? Adeline was embarrassed and pulled away from Angus.

"Submenimi are the freaks, which fairies throw into a cradle instead of the abducted children," she recalled. “Do you really have children, Syre Teobald? I heard, there is a way to drive a submenu, if the egg shell is frying in a frying pan. This is a folk remedy. In my opinion, it would be better to burn the princess of fairies straight with the cradle. To distinguish it from an ordinary child simply - in appearance. The baby is ugly like an old troll.”

“Are there adult submenimi?” the question of Theobald was clever.It was as a whip for Angus

“Where is my wife now? In the bedroom?”

“Yes,” said Adeline.

“And why are there so many flowers?” Angus pointed at the red and white roses, stretching in all windows, as if the hands of fairies.

He grabbed a torch from the bracket on the wall and tried to set fire to roses. Adeline even screamed.

“Do not! You burn all the castle!”

In fact, she had a pity that fragrant flowers burn. The roses were not burning. The rustle of their leaves in the wind resembled a smart laughter.

"Don't you think that they look like two lovers?" An elf and a girl?” Angus said.

Theobald did not have time to say anything. An alarmed servant came into the room.

“A large crowd moves from the village! The rebellion.” He reported. “Do you order to shoot?”

“It is not necessary!” Angus wanted to settle everything peacefully, but the times now were rebellious. Recently, he was informed about the riots in Rodolit. And the dolls from the workshops of Rodolit, according to rumors, came to life and attacked the townspeople (but these rumors were full and before, however, now they have achieved a grand scale). If it goes further, then instead of war with the elves, there will be a rebellion in whole county.

The riot has already been born. The peasants demanded that Angus driven elves from county. What do you do?

“Do not shoot anyone!” ordered Angus. “Ambroz is a good speaker. It is worth sending him to negotiations with rebels.”

“And what will you do?” Theobald went beyond Angus in his office. "Better if you want to calm down the crowd with wise speeches. They need your promises, not your vassal.”

“And I need a parchment with the contract to encourage the elves to justice! - But it was worth revealing the casket, in which the contract was kept, as all the contents of the casket gave fire. A minute later, the ashes snapped on the table.

“What is the hell!” said Angus.

“A contract seems to be magical,” Theobald reminded. “What if it burned down due to non-compliance with some points?”

"It could burn only if it was broken on both sides," Angus admitted with despondency. “So assured Dagda himself. And he left all the prerogatives for me. Only I could violate the agreement first. So something I did wrong. But what?”

Near something shone. Amaranta herself came into the office. She woke up and dressed? Why on her is a dress, not a peignoir? Recently, she tried to be closer to him all the time. Why's that? As far as he remembered in Aluar, Amaranta was always independent and kept apart. To be shadow for her husband is not in her manners.

Angus waited until she approaches and grabbed her hand.

“Bring fire!” He ordered theobald. “Any lamp brighter!”

Amaranta was not indignant, but stood beside as an empty doll. And without bright lighting it was clear that it was not she.

“Who are you?” Angus touched her face. To the touch, like a metal. And her skin is yellow. “You were sent from the kingdom of elves in return? Do they want to inherit this castle through you? Or are you sent to spy?”

Silence again. Such a sceneous Amaranta has never been.

“Amaranta? "Angus noticed how her face seemed to be melted under his fingers, replacing already by the other - the face of Adeline.

“The last girl with whom you flirted” unmistakably defined Spark, getting out of the candlestick. Also a nice girl. No worse as Amaranta.”

“Could you explain what's the matter?” Since the lady is near, whoever she was, did not answer, Angus turned to Spark.

Spark broke into a cunning smile.

“In the morning you will understand yourself!”

“I want to know now!”

“While she was not destroyed by a crowd? I assure you, it is impossible. They only crush their fingers about her.”

Angus himself felt the metal in his hands, and not the flesh, but the lady was alive. Not a doll. She even breathed. In any case, her breasts raised, as from breathing.

“You are trying in vain, Luellin!” Spark turned directly to the lady. "He likes no longer his wife, and not her survival, but he likes the queen of fairies."

The lady in the arms of Angus accepted the appearance of Medea Shai. Even a sophisticated hairstyle of snakes has copied. Only here Corundum in her forehead was golden. A golden lady! He grabbed a living melting gold, which takes all sorts of species! Angus loosened the grip, although the Golden Lady did not burn him in contrast to Spark.

“Her name means in ancient elven adverium changeing, changing the view, adapting, copying,” the elf crumpled red eyebrows. “What are there still synonyms. I am a bad translator. Here Dagda would definitely transfer her name to you, I can only convey the value.”

“Do not speak about Dagda!” Angus threw in Spark with a silver tobacco-box. Naturally, ite crashed on the wall. The elf rescued himself. And on time. Theobald instead of a torch brought anxious news.

“The uprising will have to pacify with the force. Ambroz failed to calm the rebels.”

Seeing Golden Lady instead of Amaranta, he was dumbfounded.

“So this is true, she is not your spouse!”

"The spy of elves," Angus explained. The golden woman watched all this indifferent. Her fate, which was now solved, as in court, she was not disturbed. Or she relied on the usual witchcraft tricks. A moment, and she took the appearance of Wilhelmina, the bride of Theobald, which was abducted by the elf. But it did not like Theobald.

“Let's give her to the rebel peasants?” he suggested. "They will destroy one culprit and forget for the time of all elves, which we still can't give them anyway."

‘No, we will exchange her on my wife.”

“But ...”

“She is from the world of elves and fairies, she is valuable. No one word about her. As long as Amaranta is the hostage of the king of elves, this creation will be my hostage.”

Theobald understand everything.

‘I'll go, give orders to archers,” said he.

“Let them aim only at the instigators. And let them try not to damage to death.”

Angus quickly realized that it is more important for him to save Amaranta than some peasants. He became cruel. That's what a friendship with elves brought.

And where to locate this creation? It is incredible strong!

Angus considered his hostage. The eyes of gold instead of the eyes of his wife, body of gold, liquid and mobile, and this creation he all the time took for Amaranta. Spark appeared again and managed to fire the fireplace in one fell swoop.

“How did I not notice that she was golden?”

“Previously, Amaranta was here. While the prototype is near, the copy is almost impossible to expose. If you see that it is from gold, then there are no more elves in its services, so their spells weakened. Golden copies do not carry fire, it can melt them.” Spark knew everything. Right scientist in the field of witchcraft tricks. Only that's what he had to be silent before?

Angus by force sat the golden woman in a chair in front of the fire, so that she could not move from the proximity of the flame, but the gold doll was much stronger than he. She squeezed his wrists in such a way that the blood rushed out of them, and her fingers were put on the skin.

"Be careful with her, and she will not leave anywhere," Spark advised. “Such copies are usually empties. Their task is to throw in someone, and not to move the brains. You will not provoke her, she will live quietly here until the owner appears back, but it happens hardly. They usually forget about copies. And now Amaranta disappeared.

“What else do you know about copies of my wife? More precisely already about the copy of Medea Shai. Or?” Angus noticed that the golden face suddenly lost his devil at all, was smooth like an egg.

"She doesn't have anyone else to spread," Spark explained willingly. “She is pretending only to those who are within visibility or who she will see in your heart. But most often ... “ Spark stumbled.

“Why are you silent?”

“In general, the meaning of her name you already understood. She is designed to copy other women, but only as long as she needs to cover the one that runs on a date with an elf.”

“And how long has Amaranta run on dates with him?”

The answer was crushing.

“Since you got married.”

Yes, it's a blow! Spark, first upset the count, immediately rushed to console him.

“No one can resist even in front of the ordinary elves from the green hills. What do you say about the kingof elves? Your wife is not a saint. So forget about her!”

Angus sat down in a free armchair. The floor under his feet rushed, as if he got drunk. Spark flew around him like a affectionate cat. Well, that he did not touch him with burning wings.

“Women are not true! Unlike such a person, like me. Here I have alone. How good it became! Quiet! Careless! Why do we need a lady? By the way, in case you will be killed in a war, leave in advance the castle to me bypassing the water elves.”

- Are there the water elves here?” Angus was excitedly looked around.

"They don't support you unlike me," Spark was burning, but gentle when he wanted to achieve something.

“And I don't know anything about them!”

“It was not necessary to conclude an agreement with them.”

“It is unlikely that a simple document will help you.”

“The signed by you will give strength, barely your blood goes on the battlefield, I will survive them.”

The fiery elf clearly curry favor with him. Angus almost succumbed to him, but from the outside came cries and whistles. It must be traced that the archers do not shoot all the rebels.

"The rebellion is bad," Spark said, reading the thoughts of the count. “Doyou want my help?”

“And you can, without smearing them to death at the same time?”

"I'm just burning them, and they will scatter themselves," Spark promised.

“Are you alone?”

“I have smoking friends.”

The flame in the fireplace crashed into a whole pack of figures, flying out in the window with fiery spins. Spark kept the word. The rebels fled in minutes. With such an assistant and the archers are not needed. But Angus was afraid to trust the elves again. Spark flew to celebrate the victory, and the ominous golden hostage remained next to the count. It will be necessary to locate her in the tower so that she does not scare anyone else, taking someone else's appearance.