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Voltage

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 5330    |    Released on: 02/06/2022

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pte

of the

gar? - rather affirmative

eously experiencing a slight shame and grea

d face grinned as it conti

cockr

n anticipation of

en responded with some warmth. - Consider

s, because everyone knows that new suga

ed towards the table wit

the cup with my palms and looked suspiciously at the watchman, not hurrying to drink. The tale of the

tchman emptied his portion in two gulps an

Va

don't ge

nya? - were indig

I timidly

ed at me and made

-pe

Maxim, do not

he cup to stretch my hands palms forward -

a deep breath. Your name is Maxim. So? Do n

red friendship by a ter

-nya

up you! he growled so lo

piciously in his directi

the middle of a sentence, clearly noti

ust ru

y that I only remembered myself for "

fed, looking long

ared again on the

no doubts about my

om above asked calmly an

o get off the floor, the count lost

uggested contentedly, putting h

ig such

d, the watchman clar

," I admit

. Sit down at t

floor and flow

loused hand moved a rough bracelet woven from three wires t

et to the watchman and back. So I didn't

hink. "This is your gift, it has protected you. But he can kill becau

bad it is to be a criminal - they gathered the entire boarding school in the gym, and we, the young

p again. The gift cannot harm you, so it will die out o

infu

ed in agreement, "but it's b

d for the bracelet, but froze in the middle of the way,

ghbor asked with barely

k me again? I shoo

unish offenders," he smile

coffed, folding my a

grinned. - You have a gift. And you can do it like this," he folded

ing the back of the head against the wall. But there seemed to be no pain, only amaz

take care of our city and country. That is, not me at all, an

my head, examining the guard wi

two legs and

d, already looking at m

your parents. War. So you and I are, in a way,

om her face and tears

and the metal bracelet itself floated above the table - heeling, trem

en that my head

No one should know about our activities. Even the

how do

winked at me, in general, not

? I fidget

ar as flexibility was enough, and tried to fish something out with a cane

ng, after all. Previously, the elders said that he had a corpse there, but now I know for s

e the far

his

is the m

finger, I confidently grabbed the gr

I

of the room. Yeah, we

really no

rimace - it

so that later I could jerk it sharply in different directions and gasp at all sorts of magical things! But inside there was nothing even shiny - some f

e indignant over the ear, reinforcing the

h great reluctance - I di

pocket," my neighbo

ome pieces of gray paper, small books without pict

e finds out of my hands, quickly looked through,

five hundr

n it

" ... - I carefully pronounced,

as if in pain. Who reads like that, h

ch anything," I

? It was his turn

don't go there," I complained to t

of his nose, thinking hard about som

en I play with the younger group, then I eat, then I play with m

ve like ... I see

ad more? I wa

until the evening, by yourself.

drawled di

winked. "Suddenly you

ndignant in the answer. Yes, I

study this pa

turned my back, pretending tha

an asked ten minutes later, g

on five hun

he evening, don't lose the boo

ooked up a

" he winked at me, ruffled his

red with renewed interest at the pieces of pa

r the nanny came to p

ad a new line and cramming while doing a new set or running a new circle - I wa

noticed me, sitting behind

nanny almost caught me. I barely managed t

ead, straightening the

areful, don't hurt me," she s

you understand

king at me warily. They also had sticks. And I have a bracelet that will not allow my gift to protect me. And no kn

of magnitude! I boomed in a magical voice, waving my hands li

ed the last one, pulling

contentedly, stroking

e evening, after an afternoon snack, I wa

ages, huh?" He responded

but with a whole pile of large books

gnored the question and def

nely surprised. - I mean,

ords, - he admitted reluctantl

gh the book to the very end. - Stro

ity of Moscow, one thousand nine hundred and eighty-seven. Page o

iry tale about Ivanushka

Ye

ish a lighthouse on an island with a lone oak. Leave the two-kilometer zone. Carry out bombing on the bear

s a "beacon", "bea

ittle one! "Methodical" means only what

anything," I muttered,

ome

dered to be accepted with the conscious control of

st understand how, for wha

mmended to visit the Sovereign Fou

l! uncle got excited. "Especially since

fidgeted

there - from

trated action of energy on a sensitive area of ​​u200bu200bth

eaten on the bu

was not me who

action in a sensitive pla

elow the belt itched noticeably, and I mys

is very "energy" in one place. At the Sovereign Fountains, for example, everything is filled with this energy, it co

sary to influence the perceived volume. At the third stage, colored targets are set in the energy environment. The tas

a chuckled, putting the book aside,

t is

see for yours

two steps to the table itself, in the center of

ut a stool from under the table, signaling to s

id, there is ordinary water, - he gave rather strange comm

wn, and from what was a funnel, there was only a thin, but long - to the very bottom - a thread of air, from which the same small waves radiated in circles. I held my breath as I looked. And then ... then t

ck, where the uncle was left, b

our palm is the air filled with my Power. Try to find the differences,

wallowed, peering into what

jar, I'll defi

ed with fervor, continuing to craw

g?" the uncle asked impati

carefully

to go to

- thoughtfully sounded in respons

ensations. And nothing - only regret grows inside the chest and tears want out. No, I can handle it! It's ju

ee the edge of the jar - and my palm was floating in the air ... It seemed ... probably. He closed his eyes - and tried again ... She is rough ... like the shoes of the manager, brown ones. I opened my eyes again and touched the same place - nothing. He closed one eye - aha, here she is! Only now he swiped his finger - and

and like a cloud

e Kolya asked

, not hot... It's good!" Is he...

a reflection of you in the Forc

it?" - with hope, burning e

ady. And remember - not a word to anyone! - quite like a c

y I could give you some sugar..."

a pack of refined sugar thrown by a faithful

e sealed pack, got up from th

e other end of the corridor. - Wow

tly, nodding my head to Sashka a

piece?" Sane

thoughtfully

xch

rs with blue stripes and a

ost you ha

at least half of the blank

hey exchang

's c

*

h of raw energy to form a "veteran" level technique, took all the reserves - which means that with his battered energy, one could fo

is is not the golden luxury of the "Tsar's Fountains", not the amazing "Road of Gems" in the lands of the Sheremetevs, and not even the most accessible, because it is a very frail, source of Power in Ararat. Instead of triumph, pride and a

re in no hurry to wash away from the soul the memory of the terrible tension of the last minutes. Because something still didn't go according to

waves. Feelings, like fingers, slip off the cobblestone of the Force, under which the swirling boy

ills have been developed. So even now, a cripple, he could easily "shake off" the "blizzard" from his fingers ... But Nikolai continued to wait. Bad pe

, and he just... just believed that the kid could handle it. Therefore, he stood, clutching his lowe

dation (rotten pipes are guaranteed in six months), another shock covered him - this time fro

al to completion. Which, in terms of m

, Maksimka? Nikolai

teachers" and even higher ones are born ... Of course, the potential is such a thing, it cannot be measured with an instrument, but there are also indirect signs. Like the time spent on the first search and "understanding" of the energy of the gift. Not a feeling namely, understanding - and not from the side of a person, but as if the energy itself touches him, becomes interested, reflects a person in himself, makes himself feel, recognizes the right to control himself. The main thing is to search with concentration, not thinking about outsiders, to wish to find the strength spilled nearby. And she will respond - after a while. Sometimes in an hour, sometimes it takes a few days. And fo

e in Drevichi. And even when the spell broke, he could last half an hour. Yes, and he felt

overall picture, a

to rummage through the personal affairs of the children. Not immediately, of course, but after a sincere and thoroughly invented story about a foolish daughter who handed over her child and did not tell her grandfather ... and now an old disabled man to die without seeing his grandson. According to the eternal Russian tradition, his story w

the commotion that began, Nikolai preferred to leave the building, finally scratching out for himself a couple of home addresses of midwives who worked in th

they are strong, he knows they have a long pedigree, he can identify them even by their appearance - after all, their copy lives on the next bed! But on the other hand, the stronger the families, the more careful they are to ensure that no one finds out about other matters, and history

as something to do with electricity. It remains only to send a postcard to Santa Claus with a request to tel

elatives. It seems that Nikolai is not obliged, and it was not he who did not let the boy go to school, but ... It is much more profitable to appear before the arist

adults at ten and go to war, when they lead families, because the adults are already dead, when they are forced to manage entire factor

t element Maxim's family was practicing, but he certainly knew that if it did not coincide with air, and he continued his studies, some would be very unhappy. Because the more you master some

lm soul, allowed himself to fa

reason did not come to mind at all. Probably because it was absolutely impo

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“In this world, a word can start a war. It will stop the bloodshed, will be the guarantor of peace and a strong alliance. Those are the rules: too much power in the blood of the gifted for liars to be allowed to exist. However, lies will still live, making a nest in the hearts of the most honest and noble, wrapping terrible crimes with beautiful words, turning meanness into a great feat. His own son will be consigned to oblivion, forgotten and deleted from the family record - for the sake of a great goal, in the name of the fulfillment of the prophecy. The princely family will turn a blind eye to this and share the blame - the payment is worthy of a reward. But the heir to eminent rulers, thrown into the shelter of a provincial town, has his own point of view.”