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Savtepi, Erkhan's Daughter

Chapter 1

"It's a lovable animal," Savtepi said. “But you know there's an epidemic around. Why waste magic on creating a new animal if it is doomed to death?”

Aramas laughed and sat down on a chair upholstered in green velvet.

“I, as the chief wizard, can do more important things than the diseases that the irikhs send to you, ordinary people,” he replied, stroking his gray beard.

"But you're a good wizard. You have determined your own destiny – to help people. This is Hilesar's will”.

“I'm not breaking it.”

“Inaction is the antonym of help.”

Savtepi stood in front of the window. Behind the stained glass window could be seen the hospital where the sick were suffering. The symptoms of the new disease were terrifying: first people's hair fell out then their skin began to peel off. In the end, the person died of pain or infection. Sometimes even animals suffered. So in one settlement all cows and chickens died out. No one survived from the people either. Doctors did not understand the cause of the disease and how to treat it. They could only alleviate the suffering with the help of painkillers. The asters– good wizards, were also looking for a way out, but not a single spell or potion blinked.

“They say that in one village people killed all the irikhs...” Aramas whispered, examining the tall figure of Savtepi.

“How could they do that? Can people kill a spirit?”

“Asters and Kele are the same people. We just have a little more knowledge… Someone taught them how to destroy the irikhs.”

Savtepi was looking at one point – a light smoke from the hospital furnace. A thousand thoughts flashed through her mind, like thousands of harnessed chariots. The chariots carried everything at once. She thought about the dying people, the burning forest in Terel, the leaking roof in the orphanage… She had so much to do. It is difficult to be the daughter of Erkhan, the ruler of the state.

“Kesseni," Aramas called softly to her (that's how they addressed Erkhan's daughter), "I feel that an irikh is flying here…”

Savtepi went to the landscape on the wall and pushed it away. There was an iron lever behind the painting.

“Be so kind, give me the allhearing ear.”

Aster held out her the ear, carved from pure transparent quartz, and Savtepi disappeared into the darkness of a secret room.

The guest nervously knocked on the window. Aramas let him in and sat down in the armchair.

“Would you like tea or coffee?” Aramas smiled.

“Help us, aster,” begged Irikh. ”Protect us! People have learned how to destroy us. Someone gave them sandora root. They pour his powder into the corners of the house. The toffees stumble upon it, and dissolve...”

“Oh... yes, I’ve heard about it… But you understand that they do it for a reason.”

“No! Believe me, we are not sending this disease. This is the first time we ourselves have seen such a terrible illness... My innocent friends are dying for nothing!”

"Innocent?" Aramas raised an eyebrow.

The Irikh fell silent. He remembered all the people he had killed, all the epidemics of smallpox and plague that brought the irikhs to villages and towns, dying children and mothers, old men and brave warriors. His gray hands dropped down wearily. It was an old spirit. His claws grew long and twisted. One of the four ears went deaf a hundred and twenty years ago. The fangs turned black and started to fall out. Aramas saw grief, shame and fear in the round black eyes. He felt sorry for the elderly spirit, even though he had brought a lot of evil to the human race.

“What do you want from me?” aster finally asked.

“Tell the people that we are not to blame for their trouble.”

“They may not listen to me... You can see for yourself that people stop believing asters.”

“But they will definitely listen to Savtepi... She is the most powerful daughter of Erkhan in history. People will listen to her and stop killing us. At least for what we didn't do...”

The secret door opened, and Savtepi herself appeared in the shadows.

"Thank you for the compliment, irikh," she said proudly.

The guest bowed slowly.

"It's a brave act to ask for help from enemies," Savtepi continued.

“Irikhs and people are not enemies! Not all irikhs send curses, some just peacefully coexist with people. We have no other place to live except houses. We have nowhere else to go.”

Savtepi sat down opposite Aramas. He looked at her questioningly. Kesseni nodded approvingly–the allhearing ear showed that irikh was telling the truth.

“Fair enough,” smiled Savtepi, “I'll go to your village and talk to the residents...”

Irikhs fell to his creaking knees.

“However,” Savtepi looked at him sternly, “I cannot guarantee your safety. The Irikhs don't obey me. Let Esrel protect you.”

“We do not obey Esrel!” Irikh raised his head, “We do not obey anyone!”

“In any case, the murder of innocent victims is unacceptable. There should be no injustice on my land. And now go to your village, irikh.”

The guest hastily backed up to the window and disappeared into the starry sky.

Sefi, a new animal created by Aramas, flew out from under the table.

“How ugly!” she squeaked.

It was a miniature purple-colored creature, something like the chimera of a bird and a lizard.

“Yes, my dear,” the creator stroked Sefi, “but appearance is not the main thing. For example, Ashapatman is an old woman with small hair, one eye and one golden tooth. Is she beautiful in your opinion?”

“Nah," Sefi drawled.

“Exactly. But Ashapatman helps to resolve disputes, reconciles people, good and evil spirits. Without it, the world would have been destroyed by a huge number of wars long ago.”

“Hmm,” thought Sefi, “I didn't know about her. This is only my second day on earth. So I was right!”

“How much this creature still needs to learn,” sighed Savtepi.

"No more than you and I," Aramas remarked, "when will you go to that village?"

“Right now.”

“It's the middle of the night. You need to rest.”

“I'll rest when the epidemic is over…”

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How can people be sad when God gave us dogs?

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People with a good vocabulary probably get a better deal from their 3 genie wishes

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Teachers have the superpower to read the handwriting of any student, no matter how shitty they write

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I'm proud to live in Russia,

Not ever ashamed of it.

I'm Russian and I'm Sasha,

Not looking at those who backbit.

What ever some rats are saying,

I'm hoisting the Russian flag.

When others go mad I'm praying,

Not looking at screamy slag.

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Do people write ordinary poetry now? Like with rhyme and metre? Or no? Or what?

I'm so confused

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Mesmerise me, make me crazy.

Make me want to run and jump.

Make me smell like shining daisy,

Then betray me deadly bump.

I will carry this attraction.

I will bear all my shame.

But your poisoning attention

Always makes me feel the same.

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Mesmerise me, make me crazy.

Make me want to run and jump.

Make me smell like shining daisy,

Then betray me deadly bump.

I will carry this attraction.

I will bear all my shame.

But your poisoning attention

Always makes me feel the same.

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It implies me too

Everything is ‘poisonous’, it’s the dosage that kills us

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Be careful how you treat people because you might end up in their published book.

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Not for you and not for me.

Then for whom it's used to be?

Every thing in our world

Can be bought, possessed and whirled,

Isn't it? What do you think?

Maybe our minds can sync

In the matter of the field.

Maybe we can only wield

Things which are inside of us,

And the rest is silly fuss?

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Poet's block is full of pain...

Even though you try again

There is no sign of gain.

You can punch a solid wall,

Kick a bouncy little ball...

But it won't improve at all!

Sit and wait till it's gone —

Have a bit of faith, my swan,

Don't consume yourself to wan.

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Mesmerise me, make me crazy.

Make me want to run and jump.

Make me smell like shining daisy,

Then betray me deadly bump.

I will carry this attraction.

I will bear all my shame.

But your poisoning attention

Always makes me feel the same.

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I wait out every storm —

I wait till it's still and warm.

I wait days and wait nights.

But time's evil and it bites.

It hurts so much I can't inhale.

I fear every step to fail.

It won't improve within my wait —

Whatever brings to me my fate.

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indulging in unrealistic romantic fantasies really hurts my poor little bastard heart

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so january is almost over huh? what’s next? february? give me a break

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hey people who know astrology shit. ive been having a lot of feeligs lately. any planets i can blame that on.