***
– No, no, and no again! – the sorcerer decisively waved me off and nervously paced around the office. – I won’t step foot into the Guardians’ lair!
For half an hour, I had been trying to persuade my former teacher to help me. However, the dragon wouldn’t even hear of rescuing my colleagues. And honestly, I understand him. Since ancient times, we, the Guardians, have protected our world from intelligent magical races from other worlds, including massive lizards capable of taking on human form. The fact that Altair managed to stay unnoticed was the exception that proved the rule.
Still, I desperately needed help. All my fellow Guardians had vanished, and of all the other mages I knew, the dragon was undoubtedly the most prepared. And probably the smartest. But how to persuade him?
– Aren’t you curious to see the most powerful artifacts of the ancients? – I asked again. – Or try to read the Great One Almanac in its original form? Where’s your draconic curiosity?
– I got rid of it many years ago, – the sorcerer looked at me seriously. – And only because of that, I managed to stay in this world.
– Fine, – I gave in. – What do you want in return for your help?
– You’ll owe me a favor, to be called upon when I ask, – the dragon smirked. – And you’ll pull me out of the spirit world if your colleagues send me there.
Any favor? That’s quite a price, of course. But fair.
– Agreed, – I nodded. – When do we leave?
The sorcerer paused for a moment, glanced at the reddening sunset outside the window, and waved his hand dismissively.
– Let’s go now!
That’s more like it. I firmly grabbed his forearm and deftly wove the spatial transition spell. The surroundings instantly transformed. Gone were the shelves with flasks, the student desks, and the majestic oak. Even the stone walls of the castle dissolved. Now we were surrounded by millions of books and thousands of artifacts.
– Wow… – the dragon exhaled in amazement. – Not a bad office you’ve got here!
Not bad? The main hall is the jewel of our world! The greatest creation of several generations of Guardians! A magnificent example of the symbiosis of magic, technology, and architecture!
But as I inhaled to start my tirade, the sorcerer managed to derail me again.
– Why did you bring me here, by the way? – he asked innocently.
Why?! To help, of course. But… what help can he offer if even I don’t know what to do?
– We need to check the records of the duty chroniclers and inventory all the artifacts.
– All of them? – Altair asked suspiciously, eyeing the numerous shelves with magical relics.
Yes, many. Or rather, very many. But what can we do?
– Will you at least make some coffee? – the dragon resigned to his fate.
Now that’s a good idea. I didn’t even have lunch today. And they’re probably serving porridge with butter at the academy now… But coffee it is.
Leaving Altair to wander among the rows of artifacts, I leisurely strolled towards my office, enjoying the silence and peace. I don’t know what happened to my colleagues, but I liked this atmosphere in the headquarters. The main hall had transformed from a noisy office into a very cozy library. No one was rushing between the rows, carrying stacks of books, or chatting on the work phone. Beautiful!
I was so relaxed and lost in thought that I hardly noticed a loud explosion somewhere deep in the building. But I did notice the next one. And the third as well! What’s happening there? I dashed towards the loud sounds, remembering whether I had warned the dragon that magic couldn’t be used here…
Apparently, I hadn’t warned him. It seemed so obvious that I didn’t think to mention it! And evidently, I should have. The frenzied sorcerer was running towards me, shouting something. What, I wonder? The colorful explosions behind him completely drowned out his voice. But I immediately understood the meaning of his shouts and turned to run as well.
I’ve been running too much lately. Away from a dragon, and now because of a dragon… Well, I’ll have time to scold him later. If, of course, we survive. But why are we running?
I stopped abruptly, and Altair crashed into me, nearly knocking me off my feet. Grasping his arm tightly, I wove a transition spell. In an instant, we were standing on the shore of an azure sea.
– Damn it! – the dragon cursed and collapsed onto the scorching sand. – Why didn’t you say that magic can’t be used?!
– You could have figured it out yourself, – I reproached him. – Who uses magic in an artifact repository?
– But we teleported right to the shelves! – Altair protested. – I thought they were protected somehow…
– How do you teach magic students if you don’t know such basic things? – I wondered. – Any spatial movement spells leave residual traces only at the point of transition! Therefore, you can teleport into the main hall, but it’s strictly forbidden to teleport out! I only pulled us out now because there was nothing left to lose!
– So, what now? – Altair looked at me guiltily. Seems like I did shame the retired dragon. – Will all the ancient relics be destroyed by a chain reaction? – The protective weavings should work, – I shrugged uncertainly. The enthusiasm to save colleagues from an unknown trap suddenly waned. Just thinking about what awaits me when the bosses see the destroyed main hall and hundreds of ruined artifacts and books is terrifying. Well, we’ll deal with that later. Hopefully, something in the headquarters will survive.
– Hey, where are we? – the sorcerer suddenly asked, looking at the bright sun. – Wasn’t it evening? – Bermuda, – I replied proudly, observing the dragon’s surprised expression. – You mean to say that… – Yes, – I nodded in agreement, interrupting my friend. – The Bermuda Triangle still hides many secrets from people. I sat down on the hot sand next to Altair and gazed at the calm sea. The Guardians vanished, and the headquarters, possibly destroyed along with a bunch of priceless artifacts, relics, and books. Well, it could be worse.
***
I practically ran through the gloomy corridors of the State Academy of Magic, Sorcery, and Witchcraft. Why must magic schools always be located in ancient castles? In the past, it was understandable, constantly defending against inquisitors and pagans, but now? A tribute to tradition? At least they installed central heating in the dormitories. I can’t imagine how everyone lived here a hundred years ago with such drafts. Surely, they all had a perpetual runny nose…
The wizard’s office welcomed me with pleasant dimness and silence. Altair was peacefully studying something, sitting at his old desk right under the canopy of a mighty oak. He really looks great here! I hope the dragon remembers to water it. The teacher tiredly raised his eyes to me and lazily motioned me over with his hand. Yes, these clueless students have exhausted the poor reptile. I even feel a bit sorry for him.
– Hello, – I cheerfully nodded to my comrade. – Why did you call? And so urgently at that? Altair’s call caught me just as I was about to take a shower and relax. After all, Guardians are humans too. And constantly jumping around the world is quite energy-consuming.
– Well, here, – the sorcerer indifferently nodded towards the table, – take a look. Hmm, what do we have here? A world map? And why is it all in white spots? Did he spill milk on it? Dragons are such strange creatures. Wait a minute! I took a closer look at the map. Volga Bulgaria? Khazar Khaganate? Rus’? What year is this map from?!
– Is this what I think it is? – I looked suspiciously at the teacher. – It’s a dragon’s map of the veil, – Altair condescendingly explained. Well, I had already guessed that. – And the white spots are breaches. The protective veil of this world is unraveling. What do you mean the veil is unraveling? I suspected such a scenario, but it stood as an unbreakable wall for over a thousand years, protecting our world from hostile incursions from other worlds. Occasionally, some curious and cunning dragon might slip through unnoticed, but they were always caught, and the holes in the defense mended. But now, judging by the map, only about half of the veil remains.
I felt uneasy. I cautiously sat down on a wooden chair opposite the sorcerer. He wisely remained silent, allowing me to grasp the scale of the tragedy myself. What does this mean? No Guardians, no combat artifacts, no headquarters, and the veil nearly gone?
– Now all the dragons will flock to us, – I looked at Altair a bit bewildered. – And we won’t even be able to hide them. Imagine what will happen? People will notice them, start killing them. And your kin are vindictive, they will seek revenge. A war between humans and dragons…
– Are you serious right now? – the teacher looked at me as if I were an idiot. – We dragons are very curious, but, as you know, not fools. None of my kind will venture into this world after the fall of the veil. First, it’s uninteresting to walk where it’s allowed, and second, they will understand that the veil didn’t collapse for no reason. And we really don’t like meddling in other worlds’ problems.
– So you’re saying the fall of the veil doesn’t pose any serious threat? – I was surprised, but Altair’s words considerably reassured me.
– Are you a Guardian or what?! – the sorcerer suddenly roared at me. – Do you really think the veil protected your world from dragons? Does your incompetent generation consider our kind the highest threat?!
– Well, actually, yes… – I cautiously responded, trying not to further enrage my friend. – We mostly protect against you. Sometimes there are outsiders from the spirit world or kamikazes from minor parallels, but it’s always small fry.
– Alright, – Altair exhaled tiredly, gradually calming down, – I’ll tell you a story of your own world, ignoramus. In ancient times, long before the veil was even thought of, this world faced a terrible threat. All dragon attacks and large-scale shamanic wars pale in comparison to the beings that came here. Our people call them “ekrhg’rakrges,” which literally translates to “invisible killer.” If I’m not mistaken, the Guardians called them “unseen nightmares” or “nezmares,” which, I think, is the same thing. Nezmares are inhabitants of the upper astral plane, from whom dragons long ago borrowed their favorite type of magic.
– Unstable upper astral charms, – I nodded understandingly. – I see. But what makes these nezmares so dangerous? Honestly, I’ve never even heard of them.
– Because you should have read the Great One Bestiary! – the sorcerer sharply interrupted. – It should be described in great detail there!
– I just haven’t gotten around to it yet… – I sheepishly replied to his reproach. – Always no time, you know. But it’s stored at the headquarters.
