《Imaginary World (The half world chronicles)》 Prologue - Liam There are crayons scattered all over the floor and sheets of white and painted paper. Has been dark for some time, but I''m not in bed. My baby hands hold a purple crayon and scratches the face of a man painted entirely in black. Around me there are countless papers with black circles on them and purple lines. There are other colors, but none of them are used, only black and purple. The door to my room opens with a crash so strong that daubfalls from the frame. My little body jumps into place, and then the screams start. I wake up and the shouts continue. I feel disoriented and as if my mouth isfilled cotton. My dream is no worse than reality. I hear the breaking of something and my mother''s scream. My eyes are already open and i am running down the stairs. In front of my eyes is my father''s huge body and how he swings.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. I pick up a pen from my diary. The days in which these things really happened have long been gone, but that dream never changes. I do not remember much of my childhood, but I clearly remember the moment from my room and all the crayons being crushed and stepped on and it''s always the way my dreams of him start, no matter what they turn into. I close the diary and start dressing, it''s time to find the only person who can fix my mood. Chapter 1 Moira Like any story, my has a beginning, middle and an end, and since it is impossible to start from the beginning, because I will have to deal with an incredible number of unreasonable events, I will begin from where I think it all started, in an ordinary day. Throughout history, it''s likely to come back to events from the days before it, to explain how we still got to it and to find out who I am and who are my companions, but be patient with time we will go to the end, because as we all know there is no fairy tale without an end. I look out the window and my eyes are instantly squeezing, too much light enters from the window. It is the beginning of May, and this room is eastward so the mornings are like a furnace. I pull the sleeves of my T-shirt as far as possibly can, drops of sweat flow over my temples, the day has just begun, and I''m already desperate for it to end. My head throbs, and the chair seems incredibly uncomfortable so I do not stop fidgeting in hope of making it better. Everything seems so annoying. Monday is that day of the week I hate no i loathe to be precise. There are still five days till the weekend and I have to study like everybody else who''s last year in high school. There is no point in telling me how I am the most ordinary girl. On the contrary, the word "ordinary" is perhaps the only word in the dictionary that can not describe me. You might wonder what so interesting to keep reading about me and why you are dealing with my thoughts, but as a start I have two unbearable math hours and I''m dying of boredom and the other is that unlike all normal people I see the world as it is and I have to make it safe for mankind. It sounds very shabby, another teenager with a mania of greatness. If only it was so. My name is Moira and my adventure started when I was 7 and I got my powers. The world in which we live is much more than what you all see, every fantasy, fiction, every spirit, mythical being, hero of a book in reality exists within our world, and you are guilty of it, you just do not know it. My and your world are at first sight the same, but they are so different. Your creations are my reality. It probably sounds very cool. It''s somewhat, but on the other hand you have not seen the spirits of rapists or the Bloody Mary of the legends in the mirror when you were only 8. It''s one thing to see all of this in a movie, totally different to actually happen to you. I am born with a gift. On one hand, I am incredibly happy to be just different, on the other I am dying to wake up and to be in reality, not surrounded by any creature invented by humanity. I look up, and of course I have been so deep in my thoughts that my beloved mathematics teacher stands just above me and looks at me disapprovingly. I see my eyes reflecting in her glasses and I hope at least this time I will not be thrown out of class. So what if I do not listen! A sigh separates from my lips. I had a long weekends including vampire killing, banishing a fairy, and scandal with my mother because I got home at 6 o''clock in the morning form the night club where I had gone to chill a little. Saved by the bell. I pick up my bag from the floor and stuff my empty notebook in. With the fastest pacei can manage, I descend the stairs. I''m leaving the door and wondering what coffee shop will take me to read my book and miss the rest of my classes. The moment i rise my eyes - surprise, Liam sits leaning against the school''s fence, smoking a cigarette, and as usual gathering the girls'' numbers to record them in his little black book. My best friend is the most irreparable womanizer on this planet. I glance at him, he has beautiful green eyes that always look with a dose of soreness , small flames flashing and disappearing in seconds, ravenous black hair shaved on one side, long on top and slightly shorter on the other side, white skin and scar from the left, which passes from his temple and descends down to his chin. His hair is shaved right on this side with the obvious idea of the scar being better seen. Most girls think the scar gives him extra charm, I think it just adds to his vision of a bad boy. He is wearing a black shirt with red buttons that show his perfect muscles when he moves, a belt with countless caps, black jeans with slightly larger back pockets, and my favorites. Leather jacket and converse with a very dark green color. The jeans are chained. Do not be fooled the chain is as much for beauty as my bracelet with metal pointed stars. At the end of the chain, I''m sure he has added the four hilt-bent nail blades at least 10 centimeters long, each of the blades is as sharp as a surgical scalpel. I notice he has black spots on his hands, he must have painted again. I smile at the thought of his room. The wall above his bed was littered with countless black and white drawings with pencils, ink and charcoal. The moment he sees me, a smile that says "hey little kid" playing on his mouth, I hate that smile, even though I''m less than 4 months younger that does not prevent him from reminding me every day i am the baby of our dysfunctional family . The swarm of girls around him gradually increases, for the love of everything unholy why me. Wonderful, with which of my classmates will he be sleeping with, I feel like I''m shaking my head. Although he has a perfect body and even the tattoo on his neck looks sexy, I can not believe that every girl is acting like a no brain bimbo around him. Like Liam, I have a tattoo, but it''s on my back and it''s rarely seen, but it''s just as impressive maybe i should flaunt it more to get some (eyeroll).The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. His choice of tattoo is not spontaneous, our tattoos are something that reminds us of who we are and what our goal is. Liam and I are a whole as Yin and Yang, both of us are representatives of hell and heaven and we have a task. If I were to be accurate, we are the Chosen ones, something like Neo in the Matrix, although the comparison should be mocked at all cause an purpose . We must find the lost crystals of Eternity, but for that later. I''m going back to the moment. Again, I''m spacing, maybe if I had slept for more than two fucking hours, I would not fall asleep with my eyes open or get pissed off so easily. Liam approaches me, and a sigh tears out of my mouth. If he is here waiting for me that means a long day is ahead , patting my purse and irritatingly I realize that I will not finish my book tonight or get my coffee. Nooo why should me and my coffee suffer. "How are you young one?" I hear him say with a tease. If I have to be sincere I''m half-asleep and in utterly nasty mood. "All right." - But my bitter expression just says the word. -" How did it go with the twins last night?" "Okay, it was a long, long night?" - I see the meaningful look that he throws me. Barf just splendid, sleeping again with whichever he falls in bed with. I feel my annoyance grow. The truth is that for a year and a half I am infinitely, irrevocable, and most of all annoyingly in love with my best friend, the womanizer . I can not be more stupid. I was thinking about telling him, but after a long thought I decided I''d prefer to chew my own veins. I know I''m his type i just can''t risk it. Is not that he has particularly high standards - is it walking, is it breathing, does it have a condom - it is his. "What are the plans for today?" - silence . "Liam stop watching your notebook to choose who to sleep with tonight, just please let it not be out of my class. " -Last time three days I was listening to whine "why did not you call" "How she loved him" and "how special the night was". And if I had to be honest every time I heard how much of a special night they had spent, i got sick, even though I knew it was nothing different from others on the list, and it was still unpleasant to know that the boy I love was sleeping with someone and on top of that, then I have to listen to that girl and nod like an idiot. "Riry, calm down, where''s the fire, did you not have coffee?" He looked at me slightly startled. "We both know you''re unbearable if you do not have your morning potion." He shook his head. "Don''t you have more classes ?" "As if i am going back to class!" -I hated being called Riry as if I was 5, I was totally thinking about missing the coffee comment. Even after two glasses, I still wanted to bend someone''s neck. "We have to see one of the prophets, the last trace of the crystal turned out to be total shenanigan and annoying"- Not to mention that I would not have endured a day more in Moscow during the Second World War. I sighted it as I remembered our last adventure. Two weeks, we were in the cold and misery. For two weeks, waiting for a slit to open in time. Going somewhere was easy, and Liam and I had inherited our magic, and we were already pros about how to use it, but returning was another story altogether. I did not want to see snow for centuries, unfortunately it was impossible. In Moscow it was one of the most horrendous jumps in the time I''ve ever experienced. People were petrified by the cold and mostly by the hunger - the Second World was in full swing, the smell of death was flowing down the street, and the icy wind drank the warmth even from your heart. The sick, the corpses on the streets and the ruins, everything was painful and even if i sound like a total spoiled brat, I was dying for a real shower with hot running water and a flat with heating. I can clean with magic but is altogether different to feel how the water flows out of the shower. Not to mention that as long as we are absent from the present, no matter week or month, when we come back we return a second after we disappear so that after two weeks in hell I returned back in time for the history test and although I have studied like crazy, it turned out that I do not remember anything and I have five minutes to catch up. Well, I got F, what to do, but my dear mother thinks I can do just as well both school and my extracellular. I trembled at the thought of the last hell we were in. Chapter 2 Moira "Where''s the party, we need a new trace, maybe this time it''s summer wherever we go. Liam" - I screamed - "focused for 5 minutes." - stupid, mischievous, nasty, idiot. I had had it , seeing him smooching with some vixen on parties or him coming back with some floozy and eventually crawling in my room at night to watch a movie, then fall asleep with me so that when he gets home, the chick from the previous night has gone out and he doesn''t have to have a more serious conversation with her. I believe his mother has had her fill of barbie dolls coming and going with a quiet step from their apartment. Clara, his liberal mom, was the dream of any teenager, a confirmed hippie worshiping parties. I loved her and I had no idea why she was best friend of my tense and tedious mother. "What has gotten in to you, today you''re pretty irritable." A lazy smile and a wink, ughh. "You don''t say... These tricks of yours with the wink and the sexy show do not affect me" - it was half true ." I would sleep with any other boy but not with you."- still half truth, I really would not sleep with him, yet I had a sense of self-preservation and wouldn''t spread my legs for anyone. I looked at him - at that moment i saw a spark of insult but it vanished as quickly as it had come. We had already reached the buss stop and Liam first broke the silence that had descended after my insult. "Did you shout enough, are you better?" The smile returned to his face and made him look even sexier, if possible. His glory to a bad boy was not just glory, he really was one. It was not just a vision he was strong and trained in many of the eastern martial arts, just like me. We both used our magic by putting it in our weapons when we had to fight. I remember recalling Mr. Haid''s persecution of the London roofs, it was 1889, three years after the release of the novel. Whoever says that reading brings you to other worlds is very right. Each of the written or invented beings and characters exists at the place where they were invented. So Dr. Jekyll was showing off his worse half, and we were on the trail of the crystal, we saw the creature stalking a prostitute and getting ready to kill her. Then, for the first time, I and Liam went into a more serious battle. I was 15 as well as he, our first encounter with something so strong. Faith and dreams of people are what make illusions so strong. The novel, made in recent years, made the creature impossible. My magic passed through the long chain with the five silver stars. I felt that Hyde was nearby, the moment I turned around, I felt him give him a slider on my back, it was late to act. One huge arm sent me to the nearest wall. I felt a crash strike at her, my hand burst, nothing I could do with magic, but I did not have time, the pain was piercing and the world began to lose color. Hyde was coming to me. Apparently he had changed his purpose, he no longer wanted the prostitute, I was his new goal. I grew up to recover. I caught a cool calm and swung the chain, the metal stars stood around the monster''s arm like teeth. I was angry and felt the throbbing pain in my hand. I wanted Hyde to suffer, it might have been created by the human imagination, revived in its full power for the novel, but to me it was as real as any person you know is for you. I pulled the chain, heard a chirping sound, and shouted at the monster, the stars staring deeply in his skin and probably stuck in the bone of his hand. I pulled the chain again this time with all the strength I found, and then his hand fell to the ground from his body. There was a smile on my lips, but before I realized what was going on, Hyde was running toward me, his face uncovered in an ugly grimace. My first thought was to run away, and then Liam appeared. The four nail-shaped blades of the raptor were in the air and forcefully cut into Hyde''s back and came out through his chest to form a flower of metal on his chest. Liam pulled the chain down and the monster collapsed. This never ends for an illusion, since they are immortal as long as there is someone to remember or read about them. The only way to save mankind from these beings is to divide Chaos from our world.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. Chapter 3 Moira "Where''s the party, we need a new trace, maybe this time it''s summer wherever we go. Liam" - I screamed - "focused for 5 minutes." - stupid, mischievous, nasty, idiot. I had had it , seeing him smooching with some vixen on parties or him coming back with some floozy and eventually crawling in my room at night to watch a movie, then fall asleep with me so that when he gets home, the chick from the previous night has gone out and he doesn''t have to have a more serious conversation with her. I believe his mother has had her fill of barbie dolls coming and going with a quiet step from their apartment. Clara, his liberal mom, was the dream of any teenager, a confirmed hippie worshiping parties. I loved her and I had no idea why she was best friend of my tense and tedious mother. "What has gotten in to you, today you''re pretty irritable." A lazy smile and a wink, ughh. "You don''t say... These tricks of yours with the wink and the sexy show do not affect me" - it was half true ." I would sleep with any other boy but not with you."- still half truth, I really would not sleep with him, yet I had a sense of self-preservation and wouldn''t spread my legs for anyone. I looked at him - at that moment i saw a spark of insult but it vanished as quickly as it had come. We had already reached the buss stop and Liam first broke the silence that had descended after my insult. "Did you shout enough, are you better?" The smile returned to his face and made him look even sexier, if possible. His glory of a bad boy was not just glory, he really was one. It was not just the looks, he was strong and trained in many of the eastern martial arts, just like me. We both used our magic by putting it in our weapons when we had to fight. I remember Mr. Haid''s persecution of the London roofs. It was 1889, three years after the release of the novel. Whoever says that reading brings you to other worlds is very right. Each of the written or invented beings and characters exists at the place where they were invented. So Dr.Jekyll was showing off his worse half, and we were on the trail of the crystal.We saw the creature stalking a prostitute and getting ready to kill her. Then,for the first time, I and Liam went into a serious battle. I was 15 as well as he, our first encounter with something so strong. Faith and dreams of people are what make illusions so strong. The novel, made in recent years, made the creature impossibly so. My magic passed through the long chain with five silver stars. I felt that Hyde was nearby, the moment I turned around, I felt him slider on my back, it was late to act. One huge arm sent me to the nearest wall. I felt the crash in my bones, my hand crunched in ugly sound, nothing I could not fix with magic, but I did not have time. The pain was piercing and the world began to lose color. Hyde was coming for me. Apparently he had changed his target, he no longer wanted the prostitute, I was his new goal. I tried to recover. I wave of calm settled over me, i swung the chain, the metal stars stood around the monster''s arm like teeth. I was angry and felt the throbbing pain in my hand. I wanted Hyde to suffer. The creature might have been created by the human imagination, revived in its full power of the novel,but to me it was as real as any person you know is for you. I pulled the chain,heard a chirping sound and shouts of the monster, the stars staring deeply in his skin and probably stuck in the bone of his hand. I pulled the chain again this time with all the strength I found, and then his hand fell to the ground from his body. There was a smile on my lips, but before I realized what was going on, Hyde was running toward me, his face uncovered in an ugly grimace. My first thought was to run away but my feet were planted to the ground, and then Liam appeared. The four nail-shaped blades of the raptor knifes were in the air and forcefully cut into Hyde''s back and came out through his torso to form a flower of metal on his chest. Liam pulled the chain down and the monster collapsed in dust and ashes. This was never the end for an illusion,since they are immortal as long as there is someone to remember or read about them. The only way to save mankind from these beings is to divide Chaos from our world. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. Chapter 4 Still Moira "The bus is here." Liam interrupted my thoughts. "Why did not we create a car and compete it would be more fun. - He was obviously trying to make my mood better. "Yep how didn''t i think of this earlier" - I wanted to pound my head. - "Ferrari out of nowhere just in front of school to be a spectacle for all." - I rolled my eyes - "Why do you not think before you talk, or from all the sex, your blood is somewhere else? - " Oh my i was really in a bitchy mood, wasn''t i ! It was good that we could do everything we want through magic, as long as we have enough material around us, but it is not that simple. To create anything, you need to know how it looks and how it works. It was hell of a trouble to learn how a car''s engine works and all the other parts were, but eventually after three years of design and engine textbooks, I could easily create any car I want. On the other hand, I can''t fix my toaster even to save my life, but what a toaster is if you can make a Ferrari, don''t you agree? Our magic is on the principle of alchemy, to create something you must have all the basic materials from which it is made and you can not create a new life without taking the life of the closest one to you. It is equal exchange principal. And yet who are we to decide who deserves to live and who to die. This type of magic is forbidden. "See what a sweet little child. "- Liam pointed out. I was already sure he wanted to grid on my nerves to no end today, I hated the children. I know that sounds terrible, but believe me is not for the reasons you think. Children have incredible imagination, and quite often they invent a lot of dreadful things like blind women in white robes or clown killers or bad witches who eat human flesh and while their mothers are sitting and explaining to them how these things are not real I stand and watch the outburst of this child imagination right in the eyes, and I wonder at what point the witch will decide that it wants human flesh and I will be the one who has to stop her and break some bone in the process. Lovely, just lovely. "What have I done, that you want to tire me with irritation?" - My eyes are throwing daggers at Liam. Even while I was saying this I felt something stroke my leg. Perfect, some rapist imagination was caressing my feet. I look at Liam and I almost gawk. His eyes had stopped on the creature''s arm and burned with unprecedented rage. His gaze was as solid as granite. He did not think to do any foolishness, he knew very well that people did not see everything we see, and that only the strong part of the fictions could cause harm to people. This one here was abominable and repulsive, but he was not strong and could not hurt anyone. "Liam calm down, nothing is wrong." I smiled. I was accustomed to the weaker illusions, and we would have to get off after a while. The only illusion I really loved was Santa and it was not just because he was always unprepared to see me, we always bantered and and got more gift that he would leave under the tree. The old man got a heart attack the first time I caught him digging into a gift bag in front of my tree and I started talking to him. Apparently the other children did not see him. The bad thing was that the gifts vanished in seconds. It was time to get down, we were 200 meters from the oracle apartment building. My mood was not yet flourishing and all roses, but it was much better when we got off the buss and were many yards away from the gruesome illusion. By contrast, Liam was still pissed, and clear flames emerged in his eyes. The music could be heard as soon as we entered the elevator-rhythmic trance. The moment we stepped into the apartment (a huge penthouse on the top floor of one of the newest buildings in the city), I smelled the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol. The party was in full swing, and when you go to Niya, you always find a bunch of strangers sitting on the floor and the sofas or on the huge terrace, it was her lifestyle. The apartment was not hers, it was her "daddy," with which, if you understand what I''m saying, Niya has no kinship. She was my favorite oracle and my best friend. We were alike in terms of taste for clothes, music, books and the worst boys. Liam was already in her arms, and she honored him with one of her less chaste kisses while her red hair was spilling on her shoulders. The only thing I could do was stick a smile on my face and make sure none of that it''s bothering me. The only thought that really calmed me was the fact that the two of them were all a joke and a flirt, never more and a glorious praise for god - had not slept together, yet. The thought of exactly the two of them together made me stifle and want to get out of my skin.Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! "Niya, where are my kiss and a hug?" I said, pretending to be mortally insulted. "Of course I have some for you." In seconds I was in her arms, and we were both laughing like third-grade students. Liam did not fail to give us a look that said that he was too big for that bullshit, and raise one eyebrow to make sure we got the not so much subtle hint. "Liam don''t you want to join us?" Niya asked. "Only if you''re in the bedroom and you''re naked." Smiling and winking. Niya and I both laughed again. " What do you want to drink? Whiskey for you Liam and rum with a coke you for Moira. "How well do you know me," I said "This time I''m on ice vodka. Is the dad still out of town at work?" - Liam asked. "Yes, he will be out of town for a month, if you want to stay with me until he comes back, especially you Liam." - Niya wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "I''m already isolated." - in reality, my heart jumped in my chest after the invitation to Liam. - "what am I a shoe rag or your best friend?" - i stated. " The invitation is for you too, you know my home is your home, why do you think you have a key. Get comfy i will go and find you drinks. I found my beloved sofa filled with a couple who needed to find a room, and I think I needed a new favorite sofa ew, so I kept going through the apartment. Seconds later I found Liam sitting on a leather chair talking to Max, a sweetheart from the company I had not spotted in the last month. Max was like a big brother who would have fought for you or would have taken you out of the police station after trying to get drunk in a soccer match by explaining to a policeman - I quote: "Dad, Dad, please can i come in with you "- hey i feel the judgment, then i found it funny. Liam did not like Max, and that was putting it mildly . Surprisingly, they had not yet starte quarreling.'' "I Do not you believe what the wind has blown here?" i said and they both looked up at me. "Hey little one, I have not seen you for so long, in what trouble are you getting now. How is it, still no boyfriend and you are a virgin, I can help in this direction. "- the same stupid question and every time , and I still did not want to mention what had happened between me and ........ I had not told anyone that I was not a virgin, all of them would have flooded me with a bunch of questions I did not want to answer, but at some point I would have to spit it out, the moment seemed good to me as any. "Max, please as if there''s a drop of sexy in Riry, if you sleep with her, they''ll think of you as a pedophile." I heard it go out of Liam''s mouth, still staring into his glass. My best friend''s comment caught me unprepared, and I felt the anger dripping through my veins. His words were like a slap in my face. It heard my self saying in an incredibly calm tone. - And so what the hell is so bad about being a virgin you ass. I''m sorry Max, it''s hard for you to be my first since I have not been a virgin for some time, try sticking it in another girl if bleeding and screaming and crying are your thing. - Me and my big mouth and crappy day. SHIT. Chapter 5 Moira Both of them looked at me with unbelieving eyes. Max with a laugh and a "you go girl", and Liam with confusion and anger, and as if I had hit him with a baseball bat. For what the hell was he angry about... Did i say it earlier - ass ! "Stop with the Bull Riry, if you had slept with someone I would have known, I was with you most of the time, not to mention that I know everyone in our circle of people. "It is for your information not anyone of our friends and you do not know him and you were not with me constantly. And what do you care ... i rolled my eyes so hard i could see my oh so perfect brain. Liam had already jumped from his seat before I had finished the sentence, and with a furious step came to me. "Tell me you''re lying," he said in a low, threatening tone, and grabbed my arm. " Calm down, Liam you are causing her pain, tomorrow there will be bruises on her arm, and it''s not your buissnes with who she did what. "Max said. "Tell me you are not. Tell me you didn''t." Liam began again. " Let me go. What I do is for me to decide, lordshit, shitlord oh whatever. If i feel like sleeping with someone i will sleep with him. What,is the alcohol you drunk too much or you are this is like as pleasant as i get you today. I know you''re acting like my big brother, but that''s too much. "And then Max pulled me out of Liams hold. I turned around and ran before something more stupid could get out of my mouth if it was possible that is. In a second I rushed into the kitchen to find Niya talking to a boy, apparently she has totally forgotten about our drinks. "Sweety, where is the Rom?" "Sorry Moira, I totally forgot about you." - and then she looked at me and her expression changed. - What''s wrong ? - I obviously looked the way I felt. I forced myself to smile. "Nothing just small quarrel with Liam, nothing more?" "Clearly, fine."- this was our code for the end of the conversation when we see that the other doesn''t want to speak. I knew if I needed someone she would always listen to me,i just didn''t want to talk to anyone at right now . What for God''s made me open my mouth today. Did i think my little fantasies would happen and come to life - Liam suddenly explained to me how he is in love with me and beginning to be jealous, though somehow his reaction resembled a burst of jealousy but I was firm convinced that it wasn''t so. I took the bottle and headed for the balcony, sat down on the floor and pulled out my Iphone and headphones from my pocket. I needed something calming. After the second cup of the rum and listening to Give me love I felt better significantly better and drunker significantly that too. In my head popped the moment i told Niya that I was in love and after two months with him it was over. I also said that for the short time I was with him I was happy, but I had not said anything else. She had asked Liam who the boy was and what had happened, but he did not know more than her. At one point, both of them stopped asking, not because they were not interested, but because I always gave them the stinky eye, and in the first months my eyes lewd with tears. Now, after nearly three years, there are still moments in which I go back in my memory or dream about him, but it is no longer love, just a memory of it. Frankly, I do not know how I''d feel if I saw him, but I know it''s over. I am also quite sure of my feelings for the dushlord, though I often want to have none. It would be easier. There are still strangers around me, but I can not concentrate on any of the faces. I realize that I have drunk half a bottle and it isn''t even lunch yet. My problems will not be solved by drinking myself under the table and spending the rest of the day with my head in the toilet. i get up slowly, really should i just craw back. Oh hell no Liam will gloat like the dush uu lord, bag, shit, i giggle that he is. Yep no more drinks for me like ever. The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. It''s time to face up to my worst nightmare - reality. I would give my right hand to be somewhere in the past and to pursue some of the illusions, it would at least take me away from my ill-loved love affairs. I start to resemble the heroine in one of this godawful Spanish dramas that my grandmother watches.If only one of my cousins fells in love with me without knowing that we have any kind of kinship and the hob will be finished, with my luck I do not think I can that out of the possibilities yet. In the room, Liam and Niya quietly discussed something on the couch. Niya first noticed me. "Looking good, you''ve got the rum i see." - disapproval radiates in her eyes. "Fuck you." is my smartest comeback, really articulate of me. I chuckled, how pleasantly drunk I am, everything seems funny to me. "How could you not even tell your best friend that you are not a virgin!" I feel the horror of her voice, and here comes another burst of laughter. " Okay, mommy next time I sleep with someone I promise to tell you. - we both laughed. Liam, on the other hand, had not spoken yet. "Liam stop being such a dipshit I will not hide anything more. Please. "- More Ignoring. "Pretty, pretty please. " I sounds like a total limp, but I do not want to argue anymore. "You can stop acting like a bigger brother." "We have a task."- is all he says. "Where the hell are we going this time? Niya and Liam looked at each other. "I hope you like Budapest," Nia said. "Moira, get out of here and sober up." Liam said and left the room. The Crystals our great goal. In our world, reality and fiction exist together but it has not always been so. Before the coming of Christ, there were two worlds - real, human, and chaos where all the human inventions, dreams and all creatures that could not exist alongside humans lived. With the death of Christ and the salvation of mankind, Hell decided to bring the world of Chaos on earth so that humanity could suffer for its own inventions. That was the cost of being saved by the Messiah. The story, of course, does not end here. In order for mankind to have a chance of happiness, Lord makes a deal with Lucifer (which I think is the next game between hell and paradise at our expense) to create two crystals - the same color as sky and clouds to represent paradise and one with the color of darkness and flames - hell. They sent the crystals to the ground and when the crystals are found they have to be joined together in a large, sand-like clock. The World of Chaos once again will be closed in another dimension. The Crystal of Paradise has appeared under the cross of Jesus, and that of hell under the hanging of Judas. The crystals have the inscription "Only self-sacrifice can restore balance and divide the worlds," or something of the sort. Two bloodlines have been created, even there names forgotten, only this story is passed through generations, and every Fifth generation is obliged to look for crystals and save the world. Me and Liam have this task. I do not know if the story is exactly the same or has changed over the years and has come to us in this form, but one thing is certain for me to be able to see a fairy digging in Niya''s purse obviously the story is real. "Is he very furious? I know i know to call me Moira and not Riry he is obviously very furious?" "Sweety it will pass. And even if it does not, you know you are connected in so many ways. By the end of one''s life, it will always be so. It was totally true that Liam and I were connected with an invisible chain, it did not mean that we should always be together, but we both spent most of our time with each other anyway. It was to keep each others back, because if one of us died the other kicks the bucket too, how lovely . Connected, yes we were connected in any way except for the one I so longed for, if that was not ironic then I do not know what is. "Yeah, that''s just... yeah." I muttered. " Go splash water or better yet, take a shower. It can be a month before you can still bathe with hot running water and maybe more. "That comment fixed my day. Horay for me smelling like a homeless person and having lice, again i may add. It was so pleasant of experience the first time." I snorted and oh no it was not a ladylike snort it was i think just swallowed a booger snort. Niya just shook her head. Chapter 6 Moira The hot water poured on me and the effect of alcohol had begun to fade. The way my day had went from bad to worse, if the trend kept, someone would be scraping me dead from some septic tank in its end. Right now I hated my gift and fate. It was like someone had taken away my free will. I might want to fall in love or sleep late, and god forbid my biggest problem be good grades, but ooh no not me i was in fucked up god/devil sandwich with sour Liam on the side. Iei for me. I had to pursue a thousand-year-old crystal with a man who, if not tied to me by fate, would pass me off as a road sign and I did not even have the right to decide when to die, I no I do not have a suicidal tendency. It would not be awful to die, another would inherit the gift that was not the problem,the problem was Liam would dye the same second in which I do. I had to be careful not only for myself, but for him too. I''m sure that being tied to me makes him bored at best. He is the type of person who is easily accepted everywhere, fits in and quickly rises to the leader of the group. On the other hand, I do not fit anywhere, not because I can not, in most cases, because I do not want to, I''m just a little strange, okay. I can not stand my stupid classmates who spend the breaks talking about shoes and dresses and all sorts of dumb topics and I do not find it worthwhile to join them but I''m not an outsider I have a lot of friends just not stupid people. I prefer to read books, my imagination, as well as that of Liam, does not create illusions so I can dream a bang. I love to reread "Chronicles of Narnia" or "Hobbit" or "Alice in Wonderland"makes me want to be a child. Even at one time I was madly in love with Prince Caspian, but anyway.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. The water keeps pouring over me while chaotic thoughts go through my head, I''m already perfectly sober. I leave the cabin and wrap myself in a soft white cotton cloth. I open the door to the bathroom, and Liam sits on the wall opposite me. I start Looking into the ground, I have no power for more disputes today, i am officially drained of snark. "Are you upset?" - Yes. - he answers simply. Uncomfortable silence for the win. "Liam spit It"- I hate to sit and remain silent it is just not in my nature. "Who did you sleep with? Where did you meet? Why did you tell us that everything was over? Do you still love him and why did not you stay together? Was it with him, for whom you wept for months? "He said all that in one breath. Wonderful, the one topic I had avoided like the plegue all these years. " No, I do not love him anymore. You do not know him and he will never cross his paths whit me again. Whatever has happened between us, and although there are still moments in which I miss him, I do not love him. That''s enough, because I really do not want to talk about him. That boy is no longer part of my life. - When you decide you will tell me more. Go dress we are going to Budapest. Chapter 7 Derek I open my eyes. The light coming from my window illuminates the room and makes it impossible for me to continue sleeping. It is probable pass 3, but I do not want to move, as soon as i gets out of bed, another unbearable day of my life will begin. "Derek, I''m home!" "I hear my mother downstairs. I have to get up, I promised my parents that I would go to school regularly and not sleep the day away. "I''m in my room, I just got home and wanted to change. Be down in 5." I take my worn jeans out of bed and pull them up as fast as I can. I check the pile of clothes on the floor and I finally find a semi-clean T-shirt, my beloved - Blue with black inscription slightly larger in size but tight enough to outline my muscles. I take the hair gel and I thoroughly make it even more disheveled by moving off my bangs slightly to avoid getting into my eyes. I look in the mirror. Better. Maybe it would look like I went to school. I get down on the first floor of our house. "Hi Mom, didn''t you have work till 6? Why are you home so early ?" "I forgot to take my documents this morning, you know, I''m little tired lately." "I can see, maybe that''s the reason we ate that burnt chicken last night," I laugh and I notice my mother blushing. "So how were classes? Did you have fun with Peter today?" she asks in typical mother fashion. "It was awesome and fun, as if we were at a party. We died of boredom, of course, all this school stuff is so futile." I sight and here goes another part of my soul.Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. "Derek, you knows very well that if you want to enter a good university, you have to study hard."- you can feel the reproach that comes from my mother when she says that. I knew it very well, everyone with a minimal amount of brain cells knew it. Another story was that I did not want to go to university. I wanted to find a job that did not require me to leave my house. My mother and father did not realize it, but I did not have an asthma, I was just getting panic attacks when I went out. The truth is that when I turned 7, strange things started to happen to me. I saw things that simply did not exist. It was normal for me, but when I started telling other kids, and they called me a liar, I understood that I was the only one who was different. At the age of eight, I was in the park with my mother, and I crawled into some game space where it was dark. Suddenly something pulled me to my feet, and razor-like teeth snapped into my skin. I remember how even after my mother had pulled me out and calmed me, I kept screaming. The red eyes of the goblin chased me into my nightmares for months. My mother decided that the scars on my leg were scratches, but I knew the truth. After I told about the creature, she simply told me that it was only the fruit of my imagination, but I knew better. She was just as blind as the children in school. Over time, my nightmares increased. There wasn''t a day without me confronting the supernatural. On my 10th birthday, my friends and I played hide and seek. I climbed to the ceiling - since then I have been avoiding dark and enclosed spaces. A light spilled through a small window, and through a translucent figure hanging from the ceiling. My friends'' steps were approaching, and I had no choice but to get closer to the something. After two more steps, I knew what I was actually seeing. A young woman of no more than twenty stared at me with her eyes glazed. Her blond blond hair was wrapped in the loop of her neck, and the thin streams of blood flowing out of her mouth formed a black puddle of blood beneath her bare feet. I could not even make a sound, I was numb. I slowly took a step back and struck something. Peter was behind me - I almost lost my shit. Chapter 8 Derek "I found you," he said, and he dragged me to the first floor firmly holding my hand. He didn''t know it, but he had just saved me from one of my worst nightmares. Since then he is my closest friend. "I understand that your class will go to a villa. Why did not you tell me I''d let you go. They would even do courage tests. It will be fun, you have to go out more." "Mmm, I do not think I''m going to go and there will probably be alcohol and drugs." - please in the name of everything holy and unholy whatever works, stop her from kicking me yet again to one of this excursions. That''s exactly why I did not want to tell her I did not want to go to a forgotten villa in the middle of nowhere, filled with drunk high school students who would decide to tell scary stories or something equally shitty for me. Surely you think I''m a pussy I''m not, just everything that they make up starts to exist. I realized this on one of all the excursions my mother had asked me to go, because she was worried that I would become a lunatic loner. We sat by the fire and someone began to tell about a killer with a hook instead of a hand and the creature appeared from nowhere. With every addition and change of history, the creature changed. Then I realized that everything I see is real. I still can not figure out which beings are harmless and which really can hurt you. Apparently that is dependent of the degree of how terrible they are or maybe not. The killer did not even try to touch us while the goblin from the children''s tales was able to physically hurt me. The only place I felt good was our home, except for the attic. I avoid it as if there was bird flu, black plague, swine flu, smallpox and radioactive substances at the same time. "Peter told his mother he was going to go and i do not believe there will be drugs. You will see that you will have a good time." "Can''t I at least decide if I want to go to a party, most mothers are asking their child to stay at home. - I did not want to scream, I knew she was worried, but my life was mine, and she was not seeing any shit. "I''m sorry I wanted you to get well and don''t raise that tone with me. It is already decided, you are going." - she narrowed her eyes at me.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. They should have had another child and left me in peace. From time to time I desperately dream of a brother or sister so that they are to busy with it to care for me. With a thunderous pace, I climbed the stairs to my room. I picked up the phone from my bed and looked at the screen 12 missed calls - 10 by Peter and 2 by Tanya. At least the 10 missed calls are not from the harpy. Ever since we broke up, she keeps ringing. It was not like I did not like her, but some relationships are simply not ment to be. Shortly before I slept with her, I realized she had slept with one of the boys on the basketball teams while we were together. Now, when I think about it, I should just banged her and be done with it, now she would not stop calling. But no, me and my moral system. I take the phone and call Peter: "Hi, how is my men ?" - I heard him answer. "Because of you, I''ll have to go to some deadly house in the middle of nowhere to eat mosquitoes and listen to bullshit all night." "Hey, homey, that''s awesome, you''re coming. Stop fretting I can imagine you squinting and shit. Your mother was just trying to shoot you with a torpedo at the party i had to beg to go. Few girls, a little alcohol it will be totally cool. And Tania will be there." he said suggestively. "Just the thing of nightmares, and my pursuer will be nearby." All night, she will chase me and cast glare at every girl who decides to come close to me. "Get her and spread her legs. she will leave you alone after." "Yeah .. yeah .. I''m going to run, call you later." Peter was not one of the smartest people I knew, but he was my best friend. A little tranqulaizer later on and I was doing my jog for the day. I was hoping i wouldn''t come across anything strange, but at least I did not feel any sign of a panic attack. The less I thought about this problem, the less likely It was to be unable to breathe. After the first kilometer I could hear my heart struggling with incredible speed in my chest. I sat on one of the benches in the park. Thousands of questions crossed my head: What was I? Had there others like me? Could I stop it? How could I understand which beings could hurt me and which were harmless? I had to find answers but I didn''t know even the right questions or where to start. From my parents? And what I would like to ask: "know by chance why I see things that do not exist according to you" better ask them the directions to the madhouse. Why wasn''t it simpler ?!?Perhaps I could find a person with the crystal balls and the cards taro and blah blah blah. Unfortunately, all this had to wait. First I had to go home and collect my luggage for the stupid house party. If I returned alive, I would have started my search and that was a big if. I promised myself this every time. Whom was i kidding I would continue to sit in home to avoid going out, reading countless books to fill my time. And even if I wanted to find the truth I did not have the slightest idea where to start. Chapter 9 Moira - The past I gathered my thoughts. Liam had asked so many questions in one breath. Why had i answered him, and why was he interested. The only good thing was that he was obviously not angry. I unrolled the towel from my body and made my underwear with magic. To make a stylish early 20th century dress, I needed a little research. The designs i found reminded me of monastery garments i wanted to pull my hair out. High collar covering your to your chin and long skirts coming to the ground would definitely be difficult to run. The sleeves were so tied that my bracelet with stars would be out. I made the dress from the picture only in grey. Lord how much lace was that, it would take me forever to strip her. It was obvious where the material for the dress had come from. One of the expensive lace curtains of Niya''s "daddy" hung torn in different forms, i giggled. I put the dress on and looked in the mirror. It was going to cry, under so many cloth my tits - oh hell i just did not have any. I was like a boy, at least Liam was going to have fun at my expanse. With a lot of stubbornness and stiffness I managed to make a semi bun from my hair, a pixy cut hardly become a bun anyway. I swear that with so much metal in my head I would fly like a bullet only in the hint of a magnet in the next room. A great sigh shifted from my lips. Time to leave. Liam waited for me in the next room. "You can pass as reverend lady from the high circles of the public, dressed like this." "And you for a beggar. "A smile played on my lips. He seemed to be equally hot no matter of what era his clothes belonged to. - Give me your hand and lets go go, smart mouth." - the moment I caught his hand, I shuddered. I loved his touch it was electrifying, I closed my eyes and opened them to find out we were just outside Budapest. The streets were mud and dust, the smell of stale and old sewage. I have already prayed to all possible gods not to have to stay here for too long. Liam sat and laughed at me aloud. Apparently I had wrinkled my nose without realizing it. He had certainly understood my thoughts. Nothing personal against early years, just in books, they portray it as a romantic adventure with princes, castles, battles, balls, and in reality there is dirt, dust, stagnant air, sour food, the lack of hot running water, and oh the perfection of outside toilets and flower beds in septic tanks. "Stop laughing, it''s not funny. If you do not stop I swear I''ll strangle you. : "Why don''t you, Riry, having suicidal thoughts?" - and that jab was old like a bible.He dies - I die, our personal joke for years. "I''ll make sure you die only for a second, when you become a distinct shade of blue I will stop clutching, I promise." A chuckling smile had appeared on my face. "OH how fun, let''s head to the city, we have to find a house and figure out where we are. And make money."Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. "I we have a lot of work to do, and if we look at it, we have at least an hour and a half to go, better get on with it." i sighted. "With this dress I do not think it will be very easy for you, but if I have to be honest you look pretty." My jaw hit the floor. I waited for Liam to laugh his emerald eyes looked at me with a shine. I was staring at him in disbelief. "You did not just give me a compliment. God, are you okay, how much did you drink while we were in Niya or anything wrong, you probably have a fever! "Enough exaggeration you tlad." - he said, grimacing. " Do not do that. Someone will think that I only hate on you, or that i crash your self-esteem all the time. "There is no such danger, there is no force on this earth that will destroy my self-esteem." - I laughed. I''m the kind of people that if you say they look good, instead of answering thanks, which is the normal way to answer, they say -i know and compliment themselves by the variety "Today I am divine right" - I''m probably very irritating at times . We kept going in silence, and as I had foreseen in an hour and a half we were in town. Here the air was still hot, the streets were covered with junk, dust, and horse manure, and the smell of body odors and perfumes mixed. Low buildings of no more than five or six floors littered the city, and on the outskirts small houses with courtyards full of animals. The most impressive part of Budapest was the Royal Palace built in 1265. Now, 638 years later, it was a magnificent building with many dilated wings and a view of the Danube. The majesty of the palace stopped my breath, and for a second I forgot that I was in the middle of the street among dear people and mud. "Liam what house would you like or apartment?" " I don''t know. you like something. I want to find something interesting to do." A smile that did not mean anything good, but only problems spilled over his face. "You''re going to have fun, only this time I will not get you out of a medieval Turkish prison. Though it was ridiculous to watch how they made you change religion and read the Koran. "Yes, laugh, but you did not sleep in straws and smelled of something that had died for 3 days." "I should have left you for a week and it would have been a good lesson for you not to try to sleep with a foreign woman and one of Vizier." - remembering how exasperated he was by the time i pulled him out still makes me laugh even though I felt pretty guilty about leaving him for three days in prison. Any evil for good reason is good. Liam disappeared, and I started searching for a flat. I found a five-room apartment with large panoramic windows plastered walls with flowers and ceilings with gypsum castings. It was the dreamy apartment, kitsch, but for this time it was just delightful. I hired a guy from the street to help me with the shopping. Elite still used the services of servants, I had to become part of the elite. We needed information about the crystals, and good acquaintances would have been helpful to us. My Hungarian was a bit bad because we had not been back here for a long time, but still in good use. I will talk without any problem after some time. For now, I would say how my brother and I have moved from Paris and lived there since we were little. That would explain my ignorance of the latest gossip in society as well as my bad speech. Already in the first boutique I faced a young lady of no more than 23 with a very expensive dress. That would be my new best friend. Chapter 10 Moira "Hello," I said. "Hello! Do we know each other ?" " I''m sorry but I''m afraid not ."- you do not understand how much I hate the preferred expression of old times.I had to read countless books from the epochs and learn the traditions of at least 200 different countries, even a Japanese tea ceremony. When will I need this for Gods sake? - "I''m new in town, and because my brother is working tirelessly, I feel lonely. Please excuse how quickly I spoke to you." i continue my conversation. "Do not apologize, my name is Paula. If i am not imposing, can I ask what''s the accent i detect?" - she look at me with distrust. "You can call me Dora." - this was the first Hungarian name that pop up in my brain, should have thought of this earlier. "... Albert my brother and i lived from early childhood in Paris with our father. Since he was a trader we traveled a lot, my accent is due to these trips. Now that we are big enough to care for ourselves, and my brother''s job thrives, we have decided to get together back home." "I understand you completely. Due to the work of my father, we have always had to travel a lot, but thanks to my husband, I found a small heaven in Budapest." - genuine smile appeared on her mouth. I did not give up my thoughts for a moment,but hell girl marring young, for a hundredth of a second there would be an exclamation, understanding that this young girl was married in the old days, that was normal. "Oh, you have a husband, such a happiness. "- I spit the first thing that came to my mind and then i kick myself for my fast tongue. "Do not worry, my husband has many good friends looking for a young lady. My girlfriends and i will drink tea tomorrow at noon, feel welcome to come, Miss Dora. " I''m grateful for your hospitality." - I had obviously impressed her. "This is my address. We will be happy to hear stories about Paris and your ventures. Goodbye." All right. I had done well. After my statement of how blessed she was to have a husband I''m sure she was already thinking of what spicy gossip to tell of a young Parisian who had returned to her roots. Most likely, by the end of my stay here, I would have received at least one marriage proposal. How I wanted to see Liam''s face when someone asked for my hand from him, I would give my collection of branded shoes just to see this. I got out of the store. The young boy was still waiting for me at the front, looking hungry. "What''s your name? " Elek, madam." "You want a permanent job with me, Elek." -The boy''s eyes lit up. "Yes, thank you madam, God bless you, madam." "Now I have to go around a couple more shops and buy a caret." - The boy looked at me in disbelief. "Madame, I do not think it''s a good thing for a woman to buy a caret, maybe you have to wait for your brother in such a big purchase." I had totally forgotten that the men were still managing the finances of a household, and the thought of having to ask Liam for any foolishness irritated me to no end. I was from the 21st century. "Albert won''t have a problem" "As you say, madam," his words certainly did not express his thoughts. "Are you hungry Elek?"- Once again, the boy was looking at me in perplexity. Well, he''d have to get used to it. "Will you answer me ?" "Yes, ma''am, I would like to say no, ma''am. "What is your last answer ? Relax if you''re hungry and tell me." "Do not worry, madam." It would have been difficult to overrule him not to answer me with madam or lady, but I was determined to try. I had plans. I had already decided that my stay here would not in vain with tea talks and mindless babbling . No, I would educate Elek and change him and make him someone who will accept by all the snobs of the society and then make him help others like him. It was going to be here for at least two weeks if not a month. For a month I could do miracles. Liam has always wondered about my habit of finding someone in need and deciding to help him only for the sake of help. Frankly speaking, it was not because I felt better doing that, I just firmly believed that you should give equal chance to everyone.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. "Excuse me for the question, but are you the only child?" "No, ma''am, I have a younger sister." "Where do you live?" With your parents?" "No, ma''am, our parents have died, we live under a bridge. "- he spoke to me. I pictured the two little children struggling to survive. The first picture that came to my mind was Victor Hugo''s Les Miserables. I was horrified. "Elek take your sister and bring her to my house, you know the address, right?" "Yes, ma''am, but why if I can ask." He was scared. He probably thought i wanted to do something to his sister. " Do not be afraid, believe me, nothing bad will happen to you." After a moment the boy disappeared. I went through the butcher shop and took a large amount of pork and two chickens. I would have to cook on an old-fashioned stove, but I did not want to hire a servant. No one should know what I was going to do. At least, Liam was accustomed to my strangeness. I took the purchases and went through the furniture store. There were only massive and old-fashioned furniture. I liked 3 large bedrooms, 2 huge wardrobes with floral motifs, a wood-carved table made of cherry wood, a small tea table and a large massive bathtub. Life in Budapest was boiling and people were moving busily like bees. It was seven o''clock in the evening, and from the window I could see the tram passing by and the people walking along the streets and stopping from time to time to greet a acquaintance. There was a knock at the door, too early for Liam to be home. I had to warn him what name I used for him. He would definitely not be delighted. I opened the dore, and my home was filled with brand new furniture that was assembled after half an hour, and I was relaxing on the couch watching the sunset, adoring each this dwellings I had through the centuries the most. I loved sleeping and I had chosen the west-facing room. A soft knock took me out of my haze. At the door stood Elek, along with a cute little girl with warm brown eyes and shy gaze. "Enter kids. "I smiled. Elek made a slow step forward, but the little girl did not move. "I have made food if I do not hurry, I think it will cool down." The children''s eyes lit up. Ugggh i felt like the witch that lures children with sweets. "Madame you shouldn''t have." "Do not talk nonsense and enter I have a proposal for you." "But what do you want from us?" "If I have to be sincere, nothing, I have a gift for you as long as you want it." And how are you called your little one, aren''t you sweet? " " My name is Sasha." - Sasha what a pretty name. I put the table we can sit down to eat." " How beautiful, flowers are on the walls and the sofa. " Exclaimed Sasha and start bouncing with energy. "Do you like it?" i asked. "Yeah, it is like in fairy tale." "Sit down." The children''s eyes were pinched on the food, but they did not dare to take any, obviously awaiting permission. "Come for a while." - I took them to the kitchen and picked up Sasha over the sink, wet her hands and scrubbed extra amount of Turkish soap. - "You can do it alone i said to Elek." "Yes Madam." After washing the soap I let them eat. Both greedily swallowed the food I cooked. Shortly after, Sasha slept on the couch. "Elek do you want to live here." "You mean in the apartment?" His eyes gleamed with tears and incongruity. "Yes, I will not make you, I just suggest it and if you want you can." "With what we deserve this generosity, madam." " I just think you deserve a good future, but if I have to be honest, I have a condition to stay here, you will let me teach you to write and read as well as to some of the sciences." "Really ? I always wanted to go to school madam." "And please stop calling me Madame, call me Dora or Di for a short while. " - If I did not know it was impossible, I would say that his eyes would jump out of his skull." In less than 20 minutes, we had already agreed. Sasha and Elek would live with me and Liam (Albert). For the people, they would be our little brother and sister. Elek would helpme with the job of not hiring a servant, and I would teach him everything I could for so little time. Before we left we would hire teachers, as well for Sasha and give them the deed to the apartment and some other properties that i playing with the bubbles, I felt bad that I had woken her for what was her first nap in a warm apartment after good food, but I just had to wash her. After the second bath I managed to clear all the dirt and put her in warm clothes. I dried her hair and dressed her in a clean white blouse, and with Elek put her in bed. " If you need something else for your room just say." "Everything is so wonderful, ma''am." - he said shyly . "Please do not madam me." "Dora.:- he tested it on his tongue. "Better, I'' m going to prepare the bath It ''s time for you to take a one. Tomorrow we''ll go buy you clothes." Two hours later, Elek was bathed and ready to lie down. The front door flung open and Liam "Hello my brother." - i said cheery and felt my nose wrinkle. "Ryrie, who is this young man who occupies our home?" Liam said with a smile. "This is our little brother, Elek, and our little sister has already been put to bed, her name on Sasha. Do you remember Albert ? - and at that moment his smile changed with mask of irritation. I smirked i knew he would hate his new name . "Sir, please do not get angry that she is sheltering us if it is a problem we will leave immediately." Elek started to babble. "Be calm, our brother just found out how i named him." i started laughing like the asshole i was. " Excuse me." was Elek confused reply. "Nothing, nothing calm down, everything is fine. Isn''t that right Albert?" "But of course." - Liam laved dismissively with his hand. Pompous ass. "Good night Elek, I''ll see you tomorrow, do not get too early." The door of their room closed with a slight bang. "You do not like your name." I chuckled. "Well, of course, i would love a name that sound as if i am a butler." "It''s not like it''s permanent," "All right, did you do all the work, looking at the apartment maybe yes ?" " Did you manage to sleep with half of Budapest? "- i snarked back. " Maybe." - his eyes danced with little flames at my irritation. "Well, at least you''ve done your tasks for the day. Good night Liam." - I touched his cheek with my lips. "Goodnight Rrie, if I''m cold, I''ll come sleep with you." " I''m sure. "- I would probably wake up in the morning and find Liam in my bed. For him, it was just friendship.HE IS JUST A FRIEND I reminded myself again.