Epilogue.
England. Seltmor .1960 year
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You need to blow out of here - can raise the hype because of the girl. Derek silently, with the grace of a predator, slid a flight of stairs and headed for the door leading to the street.
Donning a black robe and hood pulled down over his eyes, he overcame a rocky alley and joined his brother.
What happened, why did you follow her? - John whispered.
-I'll explain later, we need to get out of here as soon as possible.
They climbed on the black as night stallions who were waiting near the trees, and spurred their sped away from the city, driven by the wind and cold streams with only one thought-it as soon as possible to get to the abbey.
Fatal crash of thunder, and now began to fall to the ground the first drops that each time getting bigger and bigger.
Raging hooves thunder and merged together with the rhythm of the heart of each of them ... from afar they heard angry shouts. Chase after them, and then they caught the ear: "Sutter's killer," "Catch up, dogs found their trail!." All this atmosphere chase adrenaline drove them. If people knew who they killed, they would not need to hide ...
Lightning flashed and horse John, one of the brothers, reared, risking to lose a rider, but he managed to keep in the saddle. They can not lose a second, otherwise ... brothers rode even faster, hoping to catch.
Another roll of thunder and cries of the crowd, following at their heels. But this time they have no margin for error.
Gray-silvery flash, illuminating the sky, pointed to the distant silhouette of the church, a second all again plunged into darkness.
Reaching the gate, "shelter", they hit the horses hips, those neighing, flew past the gate of the church in the depths of the night.
The heavy door swung open, and echoing footsteps sounded on the marble floor.
Father, we need to shelter us chase - clearly one of them said.
Man, dressed in a white robe, looking up from the prayer book and narrowed his eyes, smoothing the long gray beard, said:
-Follow me.
Looked at each other, the brothers followed him. Derek caught sight one of the icons which were depicted three throne. He wanted to say something, but the sound of the door opening caught his attention. The tunnel, which took place under the church led to the river, which was a couple of kilometers from Seltmora. Three stopped before entering the priest barely audible voice:
-Did you get my message?
Yes - two brothers nodded in confirmation. -She's dead.
-I have something else, whispered the priest. He put his hand into his robe, taking from hidden pocket bundle, and, putting his hand Derek said quickly:
- Take care of him as his heart, and will put it only decent. Truth.
-Truth - repeated brothers.
-There is a legend associated with this thing then, and find it in the "manuscript" ever written. Good luck.
Father blessed Easter travelers on the road and closed the course, the veil of his church tapestry. He heard footsteps approaching, and, taking his place at the altar and began to sing. His mission accomplished, he helped Sutter, putting their hands on the most powerful and reliable weapon against hell and very Roya.
Step by step, Derek and John made their way farther. Oil torch was the only source of light in the dark passage. In some places it is already becoming wider, sometimes they had to crawl on his knees. They lost track of time passing dangerous traps and mazes, avoiding deadlocks, and finally they got. Vyshagnuv from an underground grotto, they stopped. Before them stretched a sheet of water, the river flowed "Akari". Sky the sun shone. So they got all night.
Each brother gnaw curiosity that for the mission entrusted to them now, they felt that on their shoulders a huge responsibility. Thing that gave them Easter Father, had to save the world, forever freed from evil. Unfolding convolutions they both stared at the thing lying there.
Their view expressed utter confusion.
On a white cloth, lying in the sun shimmering light turquoise stone, it was weightless silver chain.
John reached out to touch her, but then jerked it back. Pendant burned his skin leaving a barely noticeable cut. Anyone dissatisfied squinting rubbed burnt finger.
Pendant-weapon? And how to use it can decide the course of the war?
-I do not know, Derek rubbed his chin, still looking at the stone - but I know one thing, evil will hunt him down and we by all means should protect it until we find a decent ...
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To be continued ...
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