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© Виктория Олеговна Рогозина, 2022
ISBN 978-5-0059-1345-6
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Prologue
The near future, which arose through the fault of man. People could not live in peace and harmony. Their fault was the Third World War, in which they were able to protect the Earth – the Spirit of the Earth Gaia. After such a shock, all living creatures could not stand it: elves, gnomes, devils, witches… And even the inhabitants of Hell could not stand it.
But, unfortunately, many cannot draw conclusions from their mistakes, and everything is moving towards the last war – the Fourth, in which the Earth will perish. And everything can be stopped thanks to the Chronicle of Variable Years. But no one knows where she is. And even if someone knows, then this Chronicle must also be deciphered.
A simple old story with a slight revision. Purely for the evening, pure variety.
Chapter 1
Kawaii girl
What is a “kawaii girl”?
She must be beautiful
weak, helpless
and depending on the guy.
What if it’s just on the outside?
“Ninja are powerful warriors who own martial arts and certain magic. Someone teaches dark magic, someone light, and some the magic of the elements: fire, water, earth or air …”
Necroline tossed the book into the urn with a precise movement of her hand. Why does she need her? She is a ninja herself, has mastered a bunch of techniques, such as Jutsu, Taijutsu, Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, and devoted ten years to dark magic. The girl is now eighteen, but due to some genetic features, outwardly she can be given fourteen years. For three years she has already been traveling the world, and at this point in time she was in a tavern full of people. While the people were calm, but soon they will fill in another liter of forty degrees and everyone will be drawn to exploits.
Necroline lived with her older sister Melania, who from birth “driven” dark magic into her younger sister. They lived in a small settlement of Haya. When the girl turned eleven, then according to local customs, she had to leave her home, and then become famous and now proudly be called – NINJA. Women, on the other hand, were often called kunoichi – mysterious, dangerous and at the same time beautiful warriors.
Necroline turned out to be quite tall for her age, a beautiful girl with a bust of the fourth, turning into the fifth, size and wide hips. Her white hair was styled in a rounded hairstyle that barely reached her shoulders. Narrow, long almond-shaped eyes of a devilish color – dark purple. The girl was wearing a long dress with wide straps and a deep neckline, and long slits on the sides of the skirt, just above the hips. The dress had a dark green color, which in the light became poisonous green. On the left shoulder is a black metal bracelet with a red pentagonal star – the insignia of a ninja. On his feet were the usual blue sneakers, but instead of laces, there was a silver zipper. Above the sneakers, the calves of the legs were bandaged with white bandages to the knees, however, without covering it. On a chair next to him was a dark cloak with a dull green tint, and two katanas in black lacquered sheaths. Usually Necroline fastens them behind the back crosswise.
“You can’t treat books like that,” the girl sitting at the table with Necroline said reproachfully.
“I don’t care, blonde,” Necroline cut her off and, putting her hand on the table, drummed her long nails on the wood of the table-top. On the right wrist was a wide, simple but beautiful dark leather bracelet.
The Fair One was sitting across from Necroline, and her name was Caroline. Such is the distinctive feature of the Haya settlement that they have the ending “line”. Caroline lived with Necroline, but became a medical ninja and left the village with Necroline. Caroline and Necroline are good friends despite their differences in magic.
Caroline had a pretty appearance and bright green eyes that stood out against a pale face. A tall girl, but not as “embossed” as Necroline in terms of complexion. Caroline seemed, on the contrary, rather thin and flat, reminiscent of dystrophy at an early stage. She had long, to the waist, blue hair with thin selective strands of white. Dressed in a black bodycon overalls with red inserts on the sides. Also, a long dark raincoat of an incomprehensible marsh color was attached to the shoulders, and high boots with tight lacing with a rather large platform, for the army, were on the legs. On her left shoulder, she also wore a silver metal bracelet engraved with the astrological image of the Sun, also a hallmark of medical ninjas. Nearby, leaning against the wall, stood a spear.
Necroline pushed her long bangs, “broken” into thin strands, from her forehead and frowned at the already drunken regulars of the tavern. This meant only one thing – they are hungry for adventure on their tough iron armor. And most importantly – they will find it!
– Were there any more news from your sister? Caroline asked worriedly.
“No,” Necroline replied coldly. – She made it clear in the last note that she was getting worse and worse.
– In the last note? Three days ago?
Necroline didn’t answer, just nodded reluctantly.
Her older sister got into an unpleasant story – she ran into chimeras and ghouls. Melania survived, but was seriously injured by the angry evil spirits. In this case, death seemed more merciful. To cure Melania, Necroline went in search of a healing root, along the way, from the village, meeting Caroline. Although, she just followed her. The root was found and teleported two days ago. Now Necroline was waiting for news from her older sister.
Necroline touched a silver chain with an open book pendant. It was the only gift from my older sister. This amulet was a store of magical energy.
Melania always treated Necroline with care, like her mother, and therefore was very worried about her, sometimes overprotective. But still, Melania could not completely replace her mother, and therefore they remained very faithful and friendly sisters, ready to tear anyone for each other.
Some troll, pretty drunk or completely without brains or coils (in general, this is the same thing) went to “glue” the beauty. “Beauty” was Necroline. How do trolls “explain” that they like you? Let me explain for the uninitiated. The troll comes up and starts growling menacingly, tearing the hair on the head of the “beauty”, believing that she should really, really like it, so to speak, make a new stylish hairstyle.
“Get back, freak,” Necroline snapped.
She said not very quietly, but not loudly either. The most amazing thing was that in her voice there was an awesome power.
The troll hesitated only for a moment, and then, with a wild roar, rushed at the girl. Nobody even noticed the impact. The guests of the tavern saw only a troll flying out the window and Necroline standing on one leg, and the second was bent at the knee, after a lightning kick.
A few more trolls got up to avenge the “flight” of their brother, and some, whose fists were “itching” badly and the soul, demanded a dressing down.
– Don’t, Necroline! Caroline screamed and hung on her friend’s arm.
