Natalya Kosukhina
ONCE A QUIET DARK NIGHT
MARGARITA ROGOVA
One quiet dark night, when I could not sleep, my grandmother read me my favorite fairy tale:
There lived a little girl in the world. Her mother loved her without memory, and her grandmother even more. For her granddaughter's birthday, her grandmother gave her a red cap. Since then, the girl went everywhere in it. The neighbors said so about her: “Here comes Little Red Riding Hood!”
Usually at this moment I calmed down under the covers and, listening to my grandmother’s calm voice, calmed down. All fears receded, and it seemed to me that no one in the world could be happier than me.
I loved this tale more than anyone else, and I admired the girl about whom the story was told and considered her the most courageous. Go through a dense forest full of ferocious werewolves and unknown magic, towards dangers. Do not be afraid of magical animals that come across on the way. And, having come to the grandmother, to keep the wolf with his magical power until the control specialists come, who keep order. That's courage!
Meanwhile, while I was thinking and dreaming, my grandmother, somehow imperceptibly for me, came to the very end of the fairy tale.
And this is to eat you faster, my child! - answered the werewolf with red eyes, which clearly betrayed a madman in him, and before Little Red Riding Hood had time to gasp, the beast rushed at her.
Having created a magical leash, the girl threw it on the wolf, making it tied to the house. The mad creature howled and twitched, but could not do anything.
Fortunately, it was at this moment that the grandmother returned home and called the control in order to hand over the unfortunate man, who was no longer possible to help.
As soon as the fairy tale ended, I could not resist and asked:
Grandma, can I meet such a werewolf on the street?
Margo, purely theoretically, this is always possible. But you must understand that this is a fairy tale of bygone days and now all young werewolves are being vaccinated. But even if someone avoids this procedure, the chance of insanity is very small.
But the boy in the kindergarten is clearly not himself. He chewed my bed yesterday!
Grandma laughed.
His teeth are probably changing for the second time, and new fangs have erupted. So he didn't hold back. Now sleep. It's already morning, and you're out for a walk.
Having kissed my forehead, my grandmother turned off the light and went out, and I lay for a long time and thought about what she told me, and about the fairy tale itself.
The only thing I didn’t understand about her was why did they give the girl a little red riding hood? It's strange that she liked it at all. Now, if I could choose, I would not want a hat, but shoes. Yes, red shoes would be just right!
* * *Two years later
I lay in bed and again could not sleep. Grandmother went to some kind of sam ... sammi ... in general, something of magic, and now we are visiting her, but the hostess herself is not. It's a pity…
Suddenly there was a noise. Turning my head, but still not understanding where the sounds came from, I listened. Silence… Did you hear it? No, here again some rustle!
Jogging desperately, I put on my red shoes, slowly walked down the porch and began to make my way into the yard to see what was happening there. But it was dark all around and, despite the full moon, nothing could be seen.
After waiting a little, I decided that I would go home, otherwise, if my parents suddenly wake up, I will get hit. But as soon as I made this decision, a plaintive meow was heard from the side of the barn.
As I turned the corner, I saw a werewolf. Little panther. Of course, the beast was not quite a cub, but in a human form it was no older than me.
Looking closely, I saw that the cat had a hand instead of a paw, which means that this is the first appeal. Very very bad. If the panther does not take on a human form when the first rays of the sun touch the earth, it will remain crippled forever.
All this is strange: grandmother said that at such moments werewolves watch their offspring very carefully. And I was also strictly warned not to approach the half-turned beast. He can bully an outsider, since at this time only bestial instincts possess him.
But I felt sorry for the little panther, and I began to creep up quietly, saying:
Hello! Don't be afraid of me, I won't hurt you...
But in response she heard a hiss, and the creature hid in the corner between the fence and the shed.
After squatting next to him and looking closely, I realized: the cat is on its last legs. Apparently, the struggle with her own nature greatly depleted her strength.
Remembering the spell that my grandmother taught me, I stretched out my hand and sent a light stream of life towards the werewolf. Part of the energy dissipated along the way, but by the way the small body shuddered, it became clear that something had reached the addressee.
After that, I began to slowly approach, but there was no more disturbance. Here my hand touched the skin and gently stroked it. Then, having created a thin stream of energy, I fed the cat again, without stopping stroking.
Gradually, the beast came to his senses and, having stopped trembling, relaxed.
Here you go. You got better. - And after a pause for a while, I hesitantly added: - Let me help with the treatment.
I looked up at me in disbelief, eyes filled with fear and hope.
Don't be afraid. All the same, if you don’t change before dawn, you will always remain like that. And in the best case, you will fall under the tutelage of control.
The panther trembled again. And no wonder. Such a case, which I now observe, is very rare, and yet even at my age I knew what it could threaten. As my grandmother used to say, our world is cruel, and especially with those who can not cope with their nature or magic.
Without waiting for an answer, I reached out my hands and picked up the werewolf. The cat tensed, but did not react. And I almost let go of my burden: it turned out to be so heavy.
Having somehow dragged the panther into the barn, I brought it to a log, which was tilted towards the second floor, and said:
They looked at me in bewilderment.
Do you want to turn around in the street?
After my question, the little panther with difficulty climbed up the log, and I climbed the ladder. And on the second floor of the barn, in the hay, we ended up at about the same time. Sitting on a soft bedding, I put my hand on my paw and said:
And now it's up to you. You are taught this, unlike me. And I will insure with energy, if anything.
Looking at me with fear, the panther began to convert, and as I tied the threads of magic to it, I felt energy being pulled out of me in jerks. This beast does not need to be here now, but at the totem place of the clan, where the energy of their kind is collected.
Despite the agony that the werewolf experienced, with the help of my nourishment, he managed to regain his former appearance. Though not immediately. And when the rays of the sun touched the ground, next to me lay ... girl!
* * *I sat in my room and sulked at my parents. Having found me in the morning in the wrong company, they got terribly angry and scolded, and my new girlfriend at that time, having already spread without any problems, disappeared into the thickets.
Yes, we became friends! Waking up, this miracle was called Valya, said that she was in my debt, and bit me, apparently, she wanted to mark me. I screamed in pain and almost cried.
In general, despite this incident, we had a normal chat and became friends, although usually I could not find a common language with peers so quickly. Maybe the problem was my reticence. Valya was outwardly about the same age as me, and I could not believe that she was thirty-six years old.
But as soon as we agreed on where we would meet and secretly play, mom and dad turned up. At first they did not understand anything, and then, frightened, they screamed so much that they seemed to be out of their mind.
And now I'm sitting under house arrest and sad. Parents urgently called my grandmother, who arrived excited and agitated. After that, they discussed something for a long time in the kitchen. And I still don't understand what happened...
After that memorable incident, my life changed and strangeness and adventure began. They couldn’t keep me at home for a long time, and soon I began to go out and run everywhere. And especially often she went into the forest, where my girlfriend and I played, idly spending time.
For me, it was just an outlet, since my parents and grandmother, for no reason at all, decided to take care of my education and preparation for school, which was five months away. And I really didn't want to go there. It's like working!
But this could not go on for long, and after two months of our secret friendship, in my hurry to meet Valya, I suddenly ran into a tiger in the forest, ready to jump on me from the bushes.
One quiet dark night...
Chapter 1
Margarita Rogova
One quiet dark night, when I could not sleep, my grandmother read me my favorite fairy tale:
There lived a little girl in the world. Her mother loved her without memory, and her grandmother even more. For her granddaughter's birthday, her grandmother gave her a red cap. Since then, the girl went everywhere in it. The neighbors said so about her: “Here comes Little Red Riding Hood!”
Usually at this moment I calmed down under the covers and, listening to my grandmother’s calm voice, calmed down. All fears receded, and it seemed to me that no one in the world could be happier than me.
I loved this tale more than anyone else, and I admired the girl about whom the story was told and considered her the most courageous. Go through a dense forest full of ferocious werewolves and unknown magic, towards dangers. Do not be afraid of magical animals that come across on the way. And, having come to the grandmother, to keep the wolf with his magical power until the control specialists come, who keep order. That's courage!
Meanwhile, while I was thinking and dreaming, my grandmother somehow imperceptibly approached the very end of the fairy tale.
And this is to eat you faster, my child! - answered the werewolf with red eyes, which clearly betrayed a madman in him, and before Little Red Riding Hood had time to gasp, the werewolf rushed at her.
Having reflexively created a magical leash, the girl threw it on the wolf, making a binding to the house. The mad creature howled and twitched, but could do nothing.
Fortunately, it was at this moment that the grandmother returned home and called the control in order to hand over the unfortunate man, who was no longer possible to help.
As soon as the fairy tale ended, I could not resist and asked:
Grandma, can I meet such a werewolf on the street?
Margo, theoretically, this is always possible. But you must understand that this is a fairy tale of bygone days, and now all young werewolves are being vaccinated. But even if someone avoids this procedure, the chance of insanity is very small.
But the boy in the kindergarten is clearly not himself. He chewed my bed yesterday!
Grandma laughed.
His teeth are probably changing for the second time and new fangs have erupted. So he didn't hold back. Now sleep. It's already morning, and you're out for a walk.
Having kissed my forehead, my grandmother turned off the light and went out, and I lay for a long time and thought about what she told me, and about the fairy tale itself.
The only thing I didn’t understand about her was why did they give the girl a little red riding hood? It's strange that she liked it at all. Now, if I could choose, I would not want a hat, but shoes. Yes, red shoes would be just right!
Two years later
I lay on the bed and again could not sleep. Grandmother went to some kind of sam ... sammy ... in general, something of magic, and now we were visiting her, but without the hostess herself. It's a pity…
Suddenly there was a noise. Turning my head, but still not understanding where the sounds came from, I listened. Silence… Did you hear it? No, here again some rustle!
Jogging desperately, I began to make my way into the yard to see what was going on. She put on her red shoes and walked slowly down the porch. But it was dark all around and, despite the full moon, nothing was visible.
After waiting a little, I decided that I would go home, otherwise, if my parents suddenly wake up, I will get hit. But as soon as I made this decision, a plaintive meow was heard from the side of the barn.
Carefully turning the corner, I saw a werewolf. Little panther. Of course, the beast was not quite a cub, but in a human form it was no older than me.
Looking closely and seeing that the cat has a human hand, I realized that this is the first appeal. Very very bad. If the panther does not take on a human form when the first rays of the sun touch the earth, he will remain crippled forever.
All this is strange: grandmother said that at such moments werewolves are very sensitive to their offspring. And they also warned me sternly not to approach the half-turned beast. He can bully an outsider, because during this period of time he is possessed by bestial instincts.
But I felt so sorry for him, and I began to carefully creep up, saying:
Hello! Don't be afraid of me, I won't hurt you...
But in response she heard a hiss, and the creature hid in the corner between the fence and the shed.
After squatting next to him and looking closely, I realized that he was on his last legs. Apparently, the struggle with his own nature greatly depleted his strength.
Remembering the spell that my grandmother taught me, I stretched out my hand and sent a light stream of life towards the werewolf. Despite the fact that part of the energy dissipated along the way, it became clear from the way the small body shuddered that something had reached the addressee.
After that, I began to slowly approach, but there was no more disturbance. Here my hand touched the skin and gently stroked it. Then, having created a thin stream of energy, I fed the cat again, without stopping stroking.
Gradually, the beast came to his senses and, having stopped trembling, relaxed.
Here you go. You feel better, - and, after a pause for a while, hesitantly added: - Let me help with the conversion.
I looked up at me in disbelief, eyes filled with fear and hope.
Don't be afraid. All the same, if you don’t change before dawn, you will always remain like that. And in the best case, you will fall under the tutelage of control.
The panther trembled again. And no wonder. Such a case, which I am now observing, is very rare and, nevertheless, even at my age I knew what it could threaten. As my grandmother used to say, our world is cruel, and especially with those who can not cope with their nature or magic.
Without waiting for an answer, I reached out my hands and picked up the werewolf. The cat's body tensed, but did not react. And I almost let go of my burden - it was so heavy.
Somehow dragging the cat into the shed, I brought it to the log, which is located at an angle to the second floor, and said:
They looked at me in bewilderment.
Do you really want to turn back on the street?
After my question, the little panther with difficulty climbed up the log, and I up the stairs. And on the second floor of the barn, in the hay, we ended up at about the same time. Sitting on a soft bedding, I put my hand on my paw and said:
And now it's up to you. You are taught this, unlike me. And I will insure with energy, if anything.
Looking at me with fear, the panther began to convert, and as I tied the threads of magic to it, I felt energy being pulled out of me in jerks. This cat does not need to be here, but at the totem place of the clan, where the energy of their kind is collected.
Despite the agony that the werewolf experienced, with the help of my nourishment, he managed to regain his former appearance. Though not immediately. But when the rays of the sun touched the ground, next to me lay ... girl!
I sat in my room and sulked at my parents. Having found me in the morning in the wrong company, they got terribly angry and scolded, and my new girlfriend at that time, having already spread without any problems, disappeared into the thickets.
Yes, we became friends! Even as soon as I woke up, this miracle was called Valya, said that she was my debtor, immediately biting me. I screamed in pain and almost cried.
In general, despite this incident, we had a normal chat and became friends in a way that I could not make friends with the rest of my peers. Valya was outwardly about the same age as me, and I could not believe that she was thirty-six.
But as soon as we agreed on where we would meet and secretly play, mom and dad turned up. At first they did not understand anything, and then, frightened, they screamed so much that they seemed to be out of their mind.
And now I'm sitting under house arrest and sad. The parents urgently called the grandmother, who arrived excited and agitated. After that, they discussed something for a long time in the kitchen. And I still don't understand what happened...
Natalya Kosukhina
One quiet dark night
© Kosukhina N., 2015
© Design. Eksmo Publishing LLC, 2015
Margarita Rogova
One quiet dark night, when I could not sleep, my grandmother read me my favorite fairy tale:
“There was a little girl in the world. Her mother loved her without memory, and her grandmother even more. For her granddaughter's birthday, her grandmother gave her a red cap. Since then, the girl went everywhere in it. The neighbors said so about her: “Here comes Little Red Riding Hood!”
Usually at this moment I calmed down under the covers and, listening to my grandmother’s calm voice, calmed down. All fears receded, and it seemed to me that no one in the world could be happier than me.
I loved this tale more than anyone else, and I admired the girl about whom the story was told and considered her the most courageous. Go through a dense forest full of ferocious werewolves and unknown magic, towards dangers. Do not be afraid of magical animals that come across on the way. And, having come to the grandmother, to keep the wolf with his magical power until the control specialists come, who keep order. That's courage!
Meanwhile, while I was thinking and dreaming, my grandmother, somehow imperceptibly for me, came to the very end of the fairy tale.
- And this is to eat you faster, my child! - answered the werewolf with red eyes, which clearly betrayed a madman in him, and before Little Red Riding Hood had time to gasp, the beast rushed at her.
Having created a magical leash, the girl threw it on the wolf, making it tied to the house. The mad creature howled and twitched, but could not do anything.
Fortunately, it was at this moment that the grandmother returned home and called the control in order to hand over the unfortunate man, who was no longer possible to help.
As soon as the fairy tale ended, I could not resist and asked:
- Grandma, can I meet such a werewolf on the street?
– Margo, purely theoretically, this is always possible. But you must understand that this is a fairy tale of bygone days and now all young werewolves are being vaccinated. But even if someone avoids this procedure, the chance of insanity is very small.
- But the boy in the kindergarten is clearly not himself. He chewed my bed yesterday!
Grandma laughed.
– He is probably changing his teeth for the second time, and new fangs have erupted. So he didn't hold back. Now sleep. It's already morning, and you're out for a walk.
Having kissed my forehead, my grandmother turned off the light and went out, and I lay for a long time and thought about what she told me, and about the fairy tale itself.
The only thing I didn’t understand about her was why did they give the girl a little red riding hood? It's strange that she liked it at all. Now, if I could choose, I would not want a hat, but shoes. Yes, red shoes would be just right!
* * *Two years later
I lay in bed and again could not sleep. Grandmother went to some kind of sam ... sammi ... in general, something of magic, and now we are visiting her, but the hostess herself is not. It's a pity…
Suddenly there was a noise. Turning my head, but still not understanding where the sounds came from, I listened. Silence… Did you hear it? No, here again some rustle!
Jogging desperately, I put on my red shoes, slowly walked down the porch and began to make my way into the yard to see what was happening there. But it was dark all around and, despite the full moon, nothing could be seen.
After waiting a little, I decided that I would go home, otherwise, if my parents suddenly wake up, I will get hit. But as soon as I made this decision, a plaintive meow was heard from the side of the barn.
As I turned the corner, I saw a werewolf. Little panther. Of course, the beast was not quite a cub, but in a human form it was no older than me.
Looking closely, I saw that the cat had a hand instead of a paw, which means that this is the first appeal. Very very bad. If the panther does not take on a human form when the first rays of the sun touch the earth, it will remain crippled forever.
All this is strange: grandmother said that at such moments werewolves watch their offspring very carefully. And I was also strictly warned not to approach the half-turned beast. He can bully an outsider, since at this time only bestial instincts possess him.
But I felt sorry for the little panther, and I began to creep up quietly, saying:
- Hi! Don't be afraid of me, I won't hurt you...
But in response she heard a hiss, and the creature hid in the corner between the fence and the shed.
After squatting next to him and looking closely, I realized: the cat is on its last legs. Apparently, the struggle with her own nature greatly depleted her strength.
Remembering the spell that my grandmother taught me, I stretched out my hand and sent a light stream of life towards the werewolf. Part of the energy dissipated along the way, but by the way the small body shuddered, it became clear that something had reached the addressee.
After that, I began to slowly approach, but there was no more disturbance. Here my hand touched the skin and gently stroked it. Then, having created a thin stream of energy, I fed the cat again, without stopping stroking.
Gradually, the beast came to his senses and, having stopped trembling, relaxed.
- Here you go. You got better. - And after a pause for a while, I hesitantly added: - Let me help with the conversion.
I looked up at me in disbelief, eyes filled with fear and hope.
- Don't be afraid. All the same, if you don’t change before dawn, you will always remain like that. And in the best case, you will fall under the tutelage of control.
The panther trembled again. And no wonder. Such a case, which I now observe, is very rare, and yet even at my age I knew what it could threaten. As my grandmother used to say, our world is cruel, and especially with those who can not cope with their nature or magic.
Without waiting for an answer, I reached out my hands and picked up the werewolf. The cat tensed, but did not react. And I almost let go of my burden: it turned out to be so heavy.
Having somehow dragged the panther into the barn, I brought it to a log, which was tilted towards the second floor, and said:
They looked at me in bewilderment.
“Do you really want to turn around in the street?”
After my question, the little panther with difficulty climbed up the log, and I climbed the stairs. And on the second floor of the barn, in the hay, we ended up at about the same time. Sitting on a soft bedding, I put my hand on my paw and said:
"Now it's up to you." You are taught this, unlike me. And I will insure with energy, if anything.
Looking at me with fear, the panther began to convert, and as I tied the threads of magic to it, I felt energy being pulled out of me in jerks. This beast does not need to be here now, but at the totem place of the clan, where the energy of their kind is collected.
Despite the agony that the werewolf experienced, with the help of my nourishment, he managed to regain his former appearance. Though not immediately. And when the rays of the sun touched the ground, next to me lay ... girl!
* * *I sat in my room and sulked at my parents. Having found me in the morning in the wrong company, they got terribly angry and scolded, and my new girlfriend at that time, having already spread without any problems, disappeared into the thickets.
Yes, we became friends! Waking up, this miracle was called Valya, said that she was in my debt, and bit me, apparently, she wanted to mark me. I screamed in pain and almost cried.
In general, despite this incident, we had a normal chat and became friends, although usually I could not find a common language with peers so quickly. Maybe the problem was my reticence. Valya was outwardly about the same age as me, and I could not believe that she was thirty-six years old.
But as soon as we agreed on where we would meet and secretly play, mom and dad turned up. At first they did not understand anything, and then, frightened, they screamed so much that they seemed to be out of their mind.
And now I'm sitting under house arrest and sad. Parents urgently called my grandmother, who arrived excited and agitated. After that, they discussed something for a long time in the kitchen. And I still don't understand what happened...
After that memorable incident, my life changed and strangeness and adventure began. They couldn’t keep me at home for a long time, and soon I began to go out and run everywhere. And especially often she went into the forest, where my girlfriend and I played, idly spending time.
For me, it was just an outlet, since my parents and grandmother, for no reason at all, decided to take care of my education and preparation for school, which was five months away. And I really didn't want to go there. It's like working!
But this could not go on for long, and after two months of our secret friendship, in my hurry to meet Valya, I suddenly ran into a tiger in the forest, ready to jump on me from the bushes.
At the same time, Vali's scream was heard, and she ran up and covered me with her body.
Abstract
Margo is a witch and forensic magician. She likes her job, she has interesting friends, and she doesn't want to change anything in her life. And even more so to mess with an impudent werewolf, to whom she had once inflicted a terrible insult, and he almost strangled her. But life is a complicated thing, and a fairy tale told by a grandmother one night becomes a reality. That's just in life, everything is not as simple as in a fairy tale. Especially when troubles pour in like snow on their heads, best friends stop trusting, and an unknown enemy starts hunting.
Natalya Kosukhina
Natalya Kosukhina
One quiet dark night
© Kosukhina N., 2015
© Design. Eksmo Publishing LLC, 2015
Chapter 1
Margarita Rogova
One quiet dark night, when I could not sleep, my grandmother read me my favorite fairy tale:
“There was a little girl in the world. Her mother loved her without memory, and her grandmother even more. For her granddaughter's birthday, her grandmother gave her a red cap. Since then, the girl went everywhere in it. The neighbors said so about her: “Here comes Little Red Riding Hood!”
Usually at this moment I calmed down under the covers and, listening to my grandmother’s calm voice, calmed down. All fears receded, and it seemed to me that no one in the world could be happier than me.
I loved this tale more than anyone else, and I admired the girl about whom the story was told and considered her the most courageous. Go through a dense forest full of ferocious werewolves and unknown magic, towards dangers. Do not be afraid of magical animals that come across on the way. And, having come to the grandmother, to keep the wolf with his magical power until the control specialists come, who keep order. That's courage!
Meanwhile, while I was thinking and dreaming, my grandmother, somehow imperceptibly for me, came to the very end of the fairy tale.
- And this is to eat you faster, my child! - answered the werewolf with red eyes, which clearly betrayed a madman in him, and before Little Red Riding Hood had time to gasp, the beast rushed at her.
Having created a magical leash, the girl threw it on the wolf, making it tied to the house. The mad creature howled and twitched, but could not do anything.
Fortunately, it was at this moment that the grandmother returned home and called the control in order to hand over the unfortunate man, who was no longer possible to help.
As soon as the fairy tale ended, I could not resist and asked:
- Grandma, can I meet such a werewolf on the street?
– Margo, purely theoretically, this is always possible. But you must understand that this is a fairy tale of bygone days and now all young werewolves are being vaccinated. But even if someone avoids this procedure, the chance of insanity is very small.
- But the boy in the kindergarten is clearly not himself. He chewed my bed yesterday!
Grandma laughed.
– He is probably changing his teeth for the second time, and new fangs have erupted. So he didn't hold back. Now sleep. It's already morning, and you're out for a walk.
Having kissed my forehead, my grandmother turned off the light and went out, and I lay for a long time and thought about what she told me, and about the fairy tale itself.
The only thing I didn’t understand about her was why did they give the girl a little red riding hood? It's strange that she liked it at all. Now, if I could choose, I would not want a hat, but shoes. Yes, red shoes would be just right!
Two years later
I lay in bed and again could not sleep. Grandmother went to some kind of sam ... sammi ... in general, something of magic, and now we are visiting her, but the hostess herself is not. It's a pity…
Suddenly there was a noise. Turning my head, but still not understanding where the sounds came from, I listened. Silence… Did you hear it? No, here again some rustle!
Jogging desperately, I put on my red shoes, slowly walked down the porch and began to make my way into the yard to see what was happening there. But it was dark all around and, despite the full moon, nothing could be seen.
After waiting a little, I decided that I would go home, otherwise, if my parents suddenly wake up, I will get hit. But as soon as I made this decision, a plaintive meow was heard from the side of the barn.
As I turned the corner, I saw a werewolf. Little panther. Of course, the beast was not quite a cub, but in a human form it was no older than me.
Looking closely, I saw that the cat had a hand instead of a paw, which means that this is the first appeal. Very very bad. If the panther does not take on a human form when the first rays of the sun touch the earth, it will remain crippled forever.
All this is strange: grandmother said that at such moments werewolves watch their offspring very carefully. And I was also strictly warned not to approach the half-turned beast. He can bully an outsider, since at this time only bestial instincts possess him.
But I felt sorry for the little panther, and I began to creep up quietly, saying:
- Hi! Don't be afraid of me, I won't hurt you...
But in response she heard a hiss, and the creature hid in the corner between the fence and the shed.
After squatting next to him and looking closely, I realized: the cat is on its last legs. Apparently, the struggle with her own nature greatly depleted her strength.
Remembering the spell that my grandmother taught me, I stretched out my hand and sent a light stream of life towards the werewolf. Part of the energy dissipated along the way, but by the way the small body shuddered, it became clear that something had reached the addressee.
After that, I began to slowly approach, but there was no more disturbance. Here my hand touched the skin and gently stroked it. Then, having created a thin stream of energy, I fed the cat again, without stopping stroking.
Gradually, the beast came to his senses and, having stopped trembling, relaxed.
- Here you go. You got better. - And after a pause for a while, I hesitantly added: - Let me help with the conversion.
I looked up at me in disbelief, eyes filled with fear and hope.
- Don't be afraid. All the same, if you don’t change before dawn, you will always remain like that. And in the best case, you will fall under the tutelage of control.
The panther trembled again. And no wonder. Such a case, which I now observe, is very rare, and yet even at my age I knew what it could threaten. As my grandmother used to say, our world is cruel, and especially with those who can not cope with their nature or magic.
Without waiting for an answer, I reached out my hands and picked up the werewolf. The cat tensed, but did not react. And I almost let go of my burden: it turned out to be so heavy.
Having somehow dragged the panther into the barn, I brought it to a log, which was tilted towards the second floor, and said:
They looked at me in bewilderment.
“Do you really want to turn around in the street?”
After my question, the little panther with difficulty climbed up the log, and I climbed the stairs. And on the second floor of the barn, in the hay, we ended up at about the same time. Sitting on a soft bedding, I put my hand on my paw and said:
"Now it's up to you." You are taught this, unlike me. And I will insure with energy, if anything.
Looking at me with fear, the panther began to convert, and as I tied the threads of magic to it, I felt energy being pulled out of me in jerks. This beast does not need to be here now, but at the totem place of the clan, where the energy of their kind is collected.
Despite the agony that the werewolf experienced, with the help of my nourishment, he managed to regain his former appearance. Though not immediately. And when the rays of the sun touched the ground, next to me lay ... a girl!
I sat in my room and sulked at my parents. Having found me in the morning in the wrong company, they got terribly angry and scolded, and my new girlfriend at that time, having already spread without any problems, disappeared into the thickets.
Yes, we became friends! Waking up, this miracle was called Valya, said that she was in my debt, and bit me, apparently, she wanted to mark me. I screamed in pain and almost cried.
In general, despite this incident, we had a normal chat and became friends, although usually I could not find a common language with peers so quickly. Maybe the problem was my reticence. Valya was outwardly about the same age as me, and I could not believe that she was thirty-six years old.
But as soon as we agreed on where we would meet and secretly play, mom and dad turned up. At first they did not understand anything, and then, frightened, they screamed so much that they seemed to be out of their mind.
And now I'm sitting under house arrest and sad. Parents urgently called my grandmother, who arrived excited and agitated. After that, they discussed something for a long time in the kitchen. And I still don't understand what happened...
After that memorable incident, my life changed and strangeness and adventure began. They couldn’t keep me at home for a long time, and soon I began to go out and run everywhere. And especially often she went to the forest, where my girlfriend and I played, right ...
