Part 2. Sleeping beauty.
Her head shook, she shuddered and began to deflate like a pierced ball. At the same time, the destruction was disappearing. For a couple of seconds, they were standing in almost the entire office, and in front of them was my father's head about normal size.
- Did something happen? - Steve asked, lifting the scattered papers off the floor.
- I found a way to get your wife to talk! Have you heard of Magician Berliong?
The brothers looked over and shook their heads.
- Don't teach! Such a man was, with presumption!
- A demonologies? - tried to guess Forlie.
- Worse - bard! Not devoid of magic, I must admit, talent in magic. He wanted to write a book of fairy tales, but not an easy one. He sincerely believed that the best story is the biography of the reader, where it is necessary to embellish.
- And with what did he dilute the gray everyday life? - Steve asked ironically.
- Yes, it's very simple. The book tells your story, wrapped in classic stories. Sleeping beauty, Red Riding Hood and other Thumbelina.
Forlie hardly presented his own story mixed with his favorite fairy tale.
- Did it work out so well? - he wasn't sure.
- Yes, books were not very popular. Hardly any wild stories came out. But it is important for us to do something else. If Sofia asks the book to write her a story, she will. From the beginning until today.
- If it is mixed with a fairy tale, it will turn out to be a rather... strange read," Solifileset said.
- Yes, it's gibberish. I've experienced on your mother, Peter Pan, fighting with the fiery sword of Captain Hook the Dragon, it's powerful. We won't decipher it in life. But there is a way out. I found a special book - the crown of Berliong's creation! This eccentric has placed in the book of mini-worlds, which visualizes everything that happens.
- How is that? - Steve didn't understand.
My head was confused.
- I didn't feel like you were going to move into a fairy tale and survive the story. It should be quite clear.
Dad's got it all set up.
- Everything is interfering, there is an instruction in the book. I think he's done...
- before he could finish, he disappeared.
- And where is the book? - Looking around, Steve asked.
There was a deep bass from below that belonged to Gavent:
- If I wasn't his representative on earth, let me in, you devilish stool! Important things await me!
The trinity rushed down, but when they came down, Gavent had already disappeared somewhere.
- Gone? - Forlie doubtfully asked.
- If only barefoot," Steve nodded on the high priest's shoes.
They were neatly placed next to the book that fell on Steve. Sophia gently took her in her arms.
- Shut up!" she suddenly barked at the book. - If you want to say something, write it down.
She read the first page for a while.
- The book was clearly on the shelf. Directly and very loudly telepathically demands that I use it. By the way, Gavent is inside. Poor guy just had time to think that this is a fairy tale book, and she immediately dragged him into it.
- We'll be alone too..." Steve nodded on his shoes.
- No, if we do it right, we'll see the story and the alcohol... we'll get the high priest out.
- And what to do? - Forlie asked, locking the front door.
- I'll say the right word, the book will take my story, and you as spectators. I thought," the Succubus doubted the artifact. - Except it is intended for one or two spectators, and the four of us...
- I don't give a damn. Let's start earlier, let's finish earlier. What should we do? - Steve asked me business likely.
- You'll take my hand. And you," she pointed to Forlie, "are his. I'll cast the spell, and we'll be inside.
Though they didn't line up.
- I'm starting! - warned Soliphileset.
The world was spinning around, winding up, and then darkening.
Forlie woke up and realized he was going down fast. From a huge height, he fell into some forest. None of the levitation spells he remembered worked. Either he remembered it wrong or they didn't work here. And the ground was approaching, heralding a banal and quick end.
"Well, since it's a fairy tale, is the ground as soft as a feathered here? - He thought just before he landed.
He touched the ground a couple of times, as if he was on a trampoline, and finally, he was savory imprinted in the tree, thinking at the same time that the idea was not so good for him. When Forlie fell off it, he stayed lying there thinking to himself how good it was to be on a hard surface. Someone came up to him, blocking the sun.
- How long will we cool? - An unfamiliar voice became interested.
Forlie raised his head and almost shouted with horror. Something red-faced bowed over him, with flaming eyes and many sharp little teeth. With great difficulty in this cluster of fangs and thorns, he recognized Sophia. Only now she was almost three meters tall, and on her back she had wings like a bat. When she noticed the look full of fear, she turned around.
- What was it?
She gave him a clawed leg to help him up.
- Don't you notice anything? - He asked him carefully, shaking off.
- It's a distant past,