The school was no more. From the once great and powerful building, only memories remained. Evil fell, all enemies were killed. For schoolchildren, this meant that the holidays had come earlier and, perhaps, would last a very long time! The building was empty - the tension and fear that had filled it for many years disappeared. The Stukans returned to their dungeons, some wanted to repair the ruined castle. Meanwhile, everyone decided to leave Alfirin, go to other schools and forget about this one forever! Go to Alfagess, which lies to the north of our current location. There was no question of exams and tests - the joy of the students was overshadowed by the surprise and sadness of Linard, who spent so much time and energy on his studies. A hundred flowers, golden birds circling overhead, and the first juicy fruits shining like lights over the silvery surface of the lake. Now we were on Katz, the very lake that Becca so dreamed of visiting. Each was filled with a hundred th

You can’t forgive yourself for ruining happiness with your own hands! Hot dry air flowed on the blue petals. Roses did not wither, fanned by the love of their purple-eyed gardener, they were waiting for their hour, their destiny. August was in full swing, the scorching sun terribly tired the vampires, forcing them to hide in their house until sunset. Golden rays illuminated the garden, which arched around the space from the fence itself to the windows of Oribi's room. He put his whole soul into these roses, all of himself, painfully experiencing separation. All of them have changed in these insignificant three months, both externally and internally: Oribi became withdrawn, a knife appeared on his belt, as he said, for cutting roses, but this scared me a little, I guess it was a necessity due to recoil pendant; Anzali's mischief passed on to me with Luna; Sarro's narcissism gave way to loneliness, so much so that it seemed to me that he did not deliberately hide his sad eye

Time is the prison of the soul. To die means to be free.The third day has come. The clouds gave way to the sun, bright crimson rays, ruthlessly breaking into my dream. The clock was about nine. Oribi and Anzeli scurried around me in agitation, and I knew from their marble faces that Bekka had never been found.- I had a vision... - the campir whispered, - She is somewhere high... it is cold there, the wind blows and some distant light shines... - some strange and inexplicable feeling haunted him. He hoped that these were only nightmares, but deep down he was very afraid for their realization. Such thoughts confused consciousness, convincing in their illusory truthfulness. “Someone is going to die today! - non-stop spinning in Sarro's thoughts, - And I know who, I am! Having doomed everyone to this vain search, I will not be able to avoid fate ... " There was a leaflet on the table. The one that a stranger gave us on the first day of the search. Oribi glanced at the piece of pap

To avoid fate means to be above it.This night was hot. All ways to bring Oribi back to life were in vain. Even Sarro's vampire blood couldn't do anything...“Why do you need a body if there is no way to return it?” Karme exclaimed sharply, making me think about these words.- He's actually alive. This is just the outer shell. Not everything is as bad as you think ... “I could also communicate with my parents for a short time, then the connection seemed to be cut off ... With Oribi, she is also very shaky, but still, she is ... I feel his soul. She is alive ... There is a chance for salvation!*** Morning has come. A mute silence and tension spread with greater force through Sarro's house. They had breakfast, looking first at the floor, then at the faces of their friends distorted by horror. The vampire sat across from us, to one side, arms folded and deep in thought. Becky wasn't with us... “I spent the whole night with him, but so what?” Sarro flashed in his head, “What can

We silently looked into the camera, at the photo, the very ones that Ell did endlessly when we were still in Alfirin. How many memories were captured on these frames, how many experienced and gone forever! There were so many feelings that they would not fit into any language, and remained unexpressed pain on our faces. Oribi... he's gone, left us. Forever. I involuntarily flashed before my eyes the day when he breathed in the flowery air for the last time and closed his eyes. How the body shook in the last impulse and how lifeless arms sagged. It was a terrible picture! But the main thing ... it happened again in front of the unfortunate Becky! Her desperate cries and the silence of Sarro - fate sooner or later overtook Oribi. And that couldn't be changed... But since then she has changed, no, of course she grieved, but it was something else. The girl seemed to be hiding something from us, stubbornly denying all the guesses we proposed. This surprised me and made me think, becau