A dirty magician – golden mask - стр. 2

– Daughter, he didn’t hurt you. “A black eagle, clearly the leader, landed on the ground. The whole flock follows him.

– No, everything is fine. But the feathers will not grow soon. – The girl said, shaking off her dress.

– He'll pay me for it. Do the same with my sister. “An eagle with a white spot on its beak turned into a guy of about seventeen and grabbed me by the breasts.

– I came from another world. My ex turned out to be a witch and sent me here. Although I don't know where I am. Isn't this Russia?

– Leave him, son Anton. – Said the old eagle turning into an old man in his late sixties. – Look at him. He's clearly an alien. A hero from another world. The kings must have called again. Maybe an evil magician or witch called. Although the world is calm. Wars are always going on.

The girl's brother let me go to the ground. I fell into the mud. He looked at me menacingly and clearly wanted to kill me. He has so much power.

– If he is a hero he must be strong. – The girl said. I took a closer look. Beautiful red hair. Brown eyes. The figure is like a berry. Eyes and hair like everyone else in her pack. There are twenty of them. They stood around me. Fists clenched. They shout curses. – But the little eyes are painfully disgusting. Assessing me. No wonder my grandmother told me that people are lustful.

– I will kill you. – My brother said and clenched his fists near my face.

“Don’t blame him, he’s just an alien.” They are all like this at first. In my three hundred and eight years I have seen two of them. Everyone started out like that. They started a harem. And he will begin. Only he will feel his strength.

– I won't start a harem. My witch was enough for me. I won’t contact the ladies for now. Exactly.

– That's good. – Grandfather said, narrowing his eyes. “That means you won’t pester your daughter.” She can't fly anyway. Will be your companion on adventures. And when the feathers grow back, it will fly back to us.

– I don't want to be with him. – The girl said angrily.

– Don’t argue, daughter. He's a hero. Champion. You can't leave him alone. Otherwise he will gain the wrong strength. There is all sorts of vile knowledge there. And he will kill us all in retaliation. I know people like that. Heroes are a vengeful people. I heard the legend about the ancient hero “Victor the Conqueror of Heights.” He was still a libertine. And his friend Peter is lightning fast. But many thousands of years ago passed. Maybe they are no longer alive.

“If he’s that dangerous, we’ll kill him and that’s it.” – My brother said, hitting me in the face with his fist. Blood was pouring out of the nose and eyes.