Travel through parallel worlds. Prologue. The beginning of the path. Part 2

Part 2.

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The next morning, Marina woke up late and almost immediately her nose caught the smell of fried eggs coming from the kitchen, and a light tinkling of dishes.

Sleepily she couldnít understand who could host in her kitchen. With her boyfriend, she recently broke up, and the gap was quite noisy and unpleasant. Mom never shows up without calling first.

Then who?

Her eyes fell to nightstand, where lay the sheets with some text, and then she remembered last night, the mysterious meeting of "the twelve", an unusual task and the guard-the eavesdropper, who, apparently, khozyainova in the kitchen.

Donning a Bathrobe and taking the leaves, she went into the kitchen and heard:

• You're on time. Wash hands up and let's eat, ' said Stepan, at the same time pooping on the stove a pot of water.

Marina initially wanted to resent the behavior of a "guest", but felt her stomach in anticipation of food already groaned from hunger, so she quickly put the note on the top of the refrigerator, went into the bathroom, cleaned up and went to the kitchen.

Stepan was already sitting on one of the stools and waited for her appearance.

Marina sat at the table opposite him and began to eat. Scrambled eggs with sausage and bread looked delicious. She quickly ate, occasionally glancing at her unexpected neighbor. Stepan ate slowly, without haste and without deviation as if the light was nothing more noteworthy, in addition to food.

Marina, remembering that she has an unusual job she had to perform until tomorrow night, hastily ate some eggs, and brought yourself a mug of coffee and taking from refrigerator sheets with the work, settled down with them right at the dining table.

Glancing through the list of questions she had to answer, she thoughtfully scratched his nose - none of them she didn't have a clear answer.

Then, closing her eyes, she tried to recall memories of a distant childhood, when my grandmother, putting her to bed, told a different story, sometimes they were scary, sometimes funny, but sometimes there were those that completely captured the imagination of a little girl, and then another, and dreamed of her.

That's only in the light of recent events, Marina began to doubt whether it was a dream or a figment of her imagination, maybe she actually traveled between worlds...

"So, stop, don't make up nonsense on vegetable oil," he tried to reason with herself girl herself. "We must try to separate fiction from the truth, that's just how to do it, if the grandmother has long been dead. Maybe mom knows something, although she always spoke with irony about her grandmother and her stories. We should try calling her."

Only Marina picked up the phone, as Stepan was nervous, but she explained who and what she was going to call.

-There's absolutely nothing to worry about, I'll just talk to my mom, maybe learn something interesting from her.

Marina's mother could not help her daughter, because she always considered the stories told by her mother, whom everyone thought was a little out of control, just fairy tales, and stupid and dangerous for children. It is for this reason she tried to keep her daughter from the influence of her grandmother.

The only thing she helped Marina, saying that in the old barn, which is located in the abandoned cottage, the old lady kept some family heirlooms, values, which she treasured above all and who didn't trust anyone else.

There was nothing left to do but to gather in the way, fortunately, to go near. Forty kilometers, fifty from Odessa to the village of vanguard.

Stepan seemed so unhappy with the, but him had to submit to unforeseen circumstances. The only thing he did before he set off on the road - called Oleg and warned him that they would have to leave the city.

His car Marina recently sent to the car service and has not had time to pick up, so we decided to go by taxi.

It came quickly. So speedy was the way to Avant-garde. Already in the village they had to get a little confused - Marina only about remembered where the cottage, abandoned by her family soon after the death of her grandmother.

Old, skewed by time, the wooden gate creaked plaintively and nearly collapsed. The yard was overgrown with weeds, some of which have already dried out and sticking sharp thin knots.

Without going into the house, which also looked in a dying and decrepit old man, our couple headed straight for the barn.

According to unwritten village laws, he was not locked up. The door it propped up wooden crutch. Throwing it aside, Stepan and Marina stepped into the twilight of the shed.

A few minutes their eyes were accustomed to the change of lighting, then Marina, slowly circling the barn, he saw in the corner of some sort, studded at the edges with iron, an old chest, and went to him.

Stepan stood behind her looking forward to what she will do next.

Opening box, the girl in disbelief looked at its contents. Basically, there was kept an ordinary stuff, which is not sorry to leave. What kind of value this guarded from the prying eyes of her grandmother?

Was lying on top of some colorful shreds, strange statue, apparently depicting the deity of the tribe of the Aztecs or the Incas, some kind of greenish crystal, scrolls of paper, yellowed by time...

She only just managed to hold her hand lightly on the statuette and the mineral, feeling at the same moment a tingling in the fingertips, when suddenly from behind a deaf knock, a quiet groan and the sound of a falling body. Marina wanted to turn around and see what had happened, but suddenly the light faded in her eyes and she fell to the floor of the barn...

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To be continued...