The Book without Title: FATE CALLS

Mysterious thing is Fate. Whether it exists or not. But its blows are always unexpected and exact. We don’t know what is predestined to us but we are at its nod. Very few of us try to resist and brave the creation. But we invite greater peril doing it. We live ourselves guided by personal desires and aspirations until it calls us… The Fate.

 

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Year 200*

“7th of August

Alan paid attention to me! And even dated! All the girls will be mad with envy. One and all fell in love with him. But I don’t like him much. What do they find about him? Of course he is madly handsome. The brunet! The hair is splendid. And the smile? All the Hollywood isn’t a patch on him. What laugh he has! And the eyes? The most beautiful! No, I can’t convince myself that he is the best. Dull to the last degree! And bore. “The beauty is the most important thing!” I agree, but moreover a man must be clever and brave. A knight. And he? He can’t even be turned down with dignity. Was hysterical! There is the first night tomorrow – a new film with Isaac Smith. Bunting! He is much cleverer and more beautiful than Alan is! And braver - it's a cert! He performs all the stunts himself. There are no sane and good boys! I have to admire Smith. For the first night I dress the blue denim suit – it’s a hit.

8th of August

Alan is a swine! He spilt me with cocktail today! He marred such a rig-out!!! What a revengeful bloke! The Knight of Wet Trousers and Hysteria! I’ll kill the cattle! Isaaccy is the best!! It’s his best film! I must see it once more.

9th - 29th of August

Dull. Mire. Depression. I go to buy a new flubdub. Yes, that pink blouse. It really becomes to me. And a bottle of scent “Caramel Chewing-Gum”. And eye shadow “Pink Dawn”. Pink is the hit of the season. And I’ll find a new boyfriend.

30th of August

Fiasco.

1st - 7th of September

I’m accrued. They all are swine. I’ll hang. I bore to study. Alan ignores me.

8th of September

People from some college arrived. They’ll do intake. In the mid of the year? It is impossible to understand. We wrote a test.”

 

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His shoulders were trembling with crying. He was beaten again. Why did it repeat? Why? There were tears in his sapphire-blue eyes. The tears of anger. But he wasn’t crying. His fists were stubbornly clenching. No, he wouldn’t allow them to treat him in such a way! Though… he couldn’t do anything to defend himself. Every time he found himself on the floor but he didn’t remember how it happened; and everything was as usual.

And why was it so? What was he as he often had such troubles?

The name? Yes, his name was strange but it sounded better than “Silvester”. It was unwieldy and wasn’t nice. But “Aeron” was harmonious as a song; it was wanted to be repeated again and again.

The appearance? No, the appearance was usual. He wasn’t ugly. Vice versa they said he was handsome. The delicate tall body, the black thick sheen hair and the big preterhuman sapphire eyes added charm to handsome and noble features of the face. One could easily find his face fearless and stubborn. And there’s no acne.

What is wrong with him? Everything is right. The others are wrong. That’s why he was one. He hadn’t friends. He was fourteen and he was too adult for his age. Yes, he was. But he was adult by the spirit and soul. His mind was quick and shrewd, the spirit – calm and strong. One could see it only in expression of his eyes. It was not even adultness but wisdom though he had very little life experience.

But something strange was happening lately. The eyes. They changed. When he was in a rage they turned red but not the white of the eyes but the iris; and when he looked at Silvester and his friends guying somebody the eyes became as black as night darkness. It seemed that his eyes changed colour. They were light blue or blue rather often.

And there’s something else. Five minutes ago his lip was battered but he couldn’t see it now in the mirror. Or something was wrong with the mirror or the lip had healed. In fact all his wounds and bruises healed quickly. Quicker than his fellows’.

The bell rang. He went out of the safe lavatory and went to the classroom. The teacher, a tired woman of middle age, was there already but she was patiently waiting for late pupils. He went into the classroom. His back was straight. The head was proudly up. He was stepping nimbly and gracefully. An arrogant mask fixed on his face. It seemed that it wasn’t he who was beaten several minutes ago. The girls’ eyes were watching for him: he impressed them. The boys envied. He grinned. “Fools! They won’t break me!”

His rebellious and sharp glance met calm brown eyes. Aeron read respect and sympathy in that glance. Justin. He was the only one here who seemed to treat him rather well to smile when they met.

The lesson began. Everything was as usual. Silvester and his friends shouted with laughter somewhere at the end of the classroom. The girls giggled and threw notes to each other. Justin, an excellent pupil, raised his hand willing to answer all the questions at once. But he did it with dignity and self-control as if he did it grudgingly. At last the teacher asked him. He rose from his place and started to answer dragging out the words. But then…

The door swung open and Headmaster came in.

“Children, there came a committee from a boarding school. They are looking for talented pupils. The other day you wrote the test and now you will have an interview. Perhaps some of you won’t return to this classroom. You must go to my study – there you are wai…” he stopped short when noticed Justin raising his hand. “Do you want to say somebody, youth?”

“May I go first?” asked Justin.

“Certainly”.

 

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“Congratulations, daughter!” said the father putting away a letter which was written on a piece of thin golden parchment. “You have a magic faculty, too! You entered Areph. Several generations of our family studied there. There I met your mother, as well as all the rest of our family had done”.

“I hope you’ll meet your future husband there. But remember he must be a trueborn one from an ancient family”, his wife said arrogantly. “At last the girl won’t hinder me. Though for some time”, she thought. “I hate children. But to say the truth they can profit. I hope she’ll become a decent girl. Though Areph isn’t a better choice; but Arten will never agree her to study in Iphrit. “The dark are dangerous, they break our moral foundations”. We keep this foundations and decencies better than so called “white”. But he won’t listen to me!”

“Dearie, I’ve heard you did it. Brain!” Her brother went up to her and clasped her. “Then we’ll meet each other every day!”

“O Stars, I’ll leave the home soon and she won’t lecture me all the time!”