"Константин Бояндин. The Guardian ("Истории Ралиона") " - читать интересную книгу автора

Reptile-like dancing figures appeared in dozens, all armed with
formidable spiked clubs, running towards Nlaminer, raising their deadly
weapons. Nlaminer stood frozen unable to do anything but concentrate in the
hope that he would travel back.
The scene stood fast. Another voice, tiny, barely audible, came out of
an unknown direction.
"Search my place, stranger. Search my place if you want to fight the
upcoming death."
Nlaminer struggled to escape from the terrible vision. The laughter
came again, the figures continued to move, the statues crying and struggling
helplessly in their ice traps... and the heart beats sounded louder and
louder. The club hissed right behind his back...
He awakened. The door was still closed. Rhissa was nowhere near. The
stars shone cold and indifferent in the clear night sky.

* * *

"Rhissa ?"
No answer.
He saw her figure, bowed before some large rock as if reading
inscriptions. A small hissing sound came out of her mouth, but her eyes were
closed and her whole body was tense and inert. Nlaminer detected she was
angry, very angry - by the smell and the curled tip of her tail. Growling
came out of her throat and Nlaminer, with terror, saw the bloody scratch
appearing across her breast, the black line oozing down. He grasped her arm
and pulled away from the rock.
As if hit by a lightning, he stood gasping for air and fighting the
terrible pain in the heart. Rhissa awakened, too, and her eyes were dim and
full of pain. A shallow cut ran across her breast. The wound was trifling,
but the whole scene could terrify anyone.
They sat on the cold wet sand, unable to speak, just blinking and
inhaling fresh cold air.

* * *

She cured their wounds - Nlaminer was also cut, though he did not
notice this small injury on his neck. He shuddered a bit when her cold scaly
fingers touched the wound... and then it just disappeared.
"This is your hand," Nlaminer pointed out. On the stone surface of the
hidden door there was an imprint of the reptile paw - as if her paw was red
hot and melted the stone. Puzzled Rhissa looked at her hands. No burns. No
wounds, completely nothing.
"What did you see ?" asked she after all. Nlaminer was puzzled, too,
for Rhissa never told her visions, nor asked someone about his. These parts
of her existence were considered private and were never discussed. Nlaminer
did not regard this experience as too private but always was glad to do well
with any people. When your friend is of another race it is good not to ask
too many questions. This was a pain, for his passion for knowledge was
awesome. And this question did take him by surprise.
Nlaminer described his vision. He could not describe the faces of the