A journey through parallel worlds. Chapter 1. Academy of magic. Part 8

Part 8.

Continuation.

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The road home has passed without any adventures. The guys even got off the bus two stops earlier to walk and get some fresh air, the weather was very good.

Marina after morning conversation with Valentina Petrovna felt more quietly. Nevertheless, she from time to time looked around, but tried to do it as something imperceptibly.

The walk went to their advantage, they worked up an excellent appetite. And the mood has improved markedly.

Stepan started preparing dinner, and Marina sat down at the computer and began to search the Internet for information about the ancient coats of arms belonging to the European nobility. Among the most famous noble families of the coat of arms, which she had to find, was not, but she did not despair.

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If the coat of arms was, then once upon a time there was a master. Perhaps he was not so noble kind to be widely known among the powers that be. Or he had reasons to hide his origin from the people around him, so no information was preserved about him.

However, no matter how we encrypted, no matter how we tried to confuse the tracks, they still remain, albeit invisible in the eyes of the inexperienced in search of a person.
So she decided by all means to find this "invisible".

Quickly after dinner and thanking for the delicious food his "husband", Marina again took his post at the computer. Stepan wanted to be indignant, but, having looked at her, waved a hand and undertook to solve a crossword puzzle.

After sitting for an hour and a half behind the monitor, Marina felt that her eyes began to cut and tear and decided that it was enough for today.

But she did not stop to think about who owned this coat of arms, monogram which was embroidered on a handkerchief. In addition, she wanted to know how and why this handkerchief was in the box of her grandmother among other rubbish.

Thinking, plunged into the depth of memories, the girl suddenly thought that she had once seen a similar pattern. However, it was put on a piece of paper, not on a handkerchief and was black and white.

"Where did I see him and when?" - Marina tried to catch the elusive thought from her.

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She lay down on the bed, closed her eyes and relaxed, focused only on one thing - this picture and everything that was connected with it.

After a while in memory there was a black-and-white picture: the child's hand takes with nothing uncovered table with the cracked wooden table-top a sheet of paper with the drawing drawn on it by a simple pencil.

The girl realizes that she's only a kid, and this table was in my grandmother's house. She was going to throw it out, put a new one instead, but all hands did not reach.

The girl brings the sheet closer to the eyes and looks into the whorls of the monogram. Then she hears the voice of her grandmother, who calls her to the garden to help with the weeds. She unfortunately bring back to the place of paper with a pattern and runs out into the street.

When she returns to the hut, the drawing sheet is nowhere to be seen. Grandmother to her question, what happened to the picture, made a surprised face and said that her granddaughter just thought that there was something.

Plunged into memories, Marina did not notice how she fell asleep. She had a strange dream. It was as if she was once again in that rickety hut where her grandmother once lived.

It was getting dark. At the corners were going to shade, whom she so feared in childhood.

The little girl was more scared than ever, and my grandmother still did not come back from the evening milking. Mom wasn't home either, as usual.

She climbed onto the bed, wrapped her nose in a blanket and began to watch the shadows that grew and grew, and soon the light was only a small round spot.

Soon it seemed to her that this spot began to appear small cracks, which fancifully coiling steel woven in a pattern, the same that she had seen the previous day on a piece of paper.

The little girl's heart froze with fear. It seemed, what else could be worse than this? But... what a horror she was overcome by when a stain with a drawing on it suddenly turned into a door that opened and a clot of darkness swam into the room, a second later turned into a figure of a man.

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Here Marina frightened and cried. The man moved in her direction, but then the door swung open, with a lantern in his hand ran into the room grandmother, and the ghost figure suddenly melted into the air as if it had never happened.

At the same moment Marina felt like someone was shaking her shoulder and called by name. Then she understood that it was Stepan's voice, who asked her to Wake up.

When finally she opened her eyes, he saw before him a disturbed face of his friend and thought that what I saw was just a bad dream.

Or maybe it was not a dream, but a vision caused by memories?

To be continued...

The beginning of history read [here]:
1. 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 18, 19.