The important writer. Part five.

"Tell me, why did you create them? Why do you use them? Did you always want to read minds? Why do you need this? What kind of power do you want ?!"

"Do you think I'm not sorry ?! You don't think it hurts me to realize that they are suffering! Okinizeus, it hurts and I feel the same as you. But I can't help it! I can't just take and stop it all! Not me! I am not in charge. I mean nothing, "he shouted.

"You are a liar and a hypocrite!"

"I know I made a mistake. But I'm not the one who can do everything. There are also those who ..." He suddenly fell silent. "Just trust me. It's hard for me too. I don't want them to suffer. But I cannot stop it. It's beyond my power."

"Then whose power can stop it ?!"

It was evident that he was hiding something and was even afraid.

Catching Moonlight's gaze, I thought, "Make it so that no one can read our thoughts."

He nodded his head.

"You can speak and think calmly. Explain to me simply. And try not to lie."

Realizing that Moonlight blocks our thoughts, preventing anyone from reading them, Sennhandd said, "Many, although probably everyone, thinks that I am in charge. They think that I am in charge of this whole world. But in fact it never was like that . Yes, scientists have become important, and have become those who can make important decisions for the benefit of all mankind, but all this time, in fact, we were ruled by others. And these others, now have created a whole network from the Wizards. And they want to know what everyone thinks about. Well, I am just a puppet who does everything that is told to him. I am also a kind of one of these creatures. And we are scientists, we only fulfill the desires of others, those about whom no one knows. "

"Now you want to make a victim of yourself. How is it all faked."

"You don't believe me. But you will believe him, right?"

"Don't involve him in this."

"Believe it or not, just know that things are about to change. Be careful."

"And you will continue to make yourself a victim of circumstance while they mock them?"

Below, I could see the crowds of people just triumphant at the sight of the blood of another Wizard.

"You should know, if they will find your thoughts aggressive and dangerous to society, then it will be the end of everything."

"Are you out of your mind or are you just playing?"

"Okinizeus!"

"The main enemy is you," I said and left him alone.

Now, I had anger towards Moonlight.

Grabbing his hand, I probably hurt him, and I immediately released him.

"What were you doing here and why did you leave the house without telling me anything?" I asked, and heard my own words so clearly that I felt ashamed and I added, "Sorry. It's none of my business. This is a stupid question. You should know that this world is too dangerous. You've seen people, haven 't you? And what are they doing to creatures like you. "

"I wanted to see Harmony and show her this," he said, and handed me the book.

This was my book. In a very real binding.

"Forgive me. I just wanted to give her your first book and tell her that you are already the great writer. But then, I suddenly saw the wounded Wizard and could not pass by. I helped the Wizard, but then, I just got lost. Senhand found me. "

I didn't want him to look so guilty. And I said, "Stop. You don't have to report. But from now on, you don't have to do that. You know I'm worried. If something happens to you ..."

Five years. Only five years and I should have remembered this. But five years is a long time. This is enough to say what I wanted to say.

"I don't want to lose you like this. I'm scared to think that you'll just leave. "

Now, looking at me in surprise, he asked, "You asked me how you offended me and what you did wrong. Now tell me, if I leave you, will you blame yourself? Does it work like that? I mean, does love work this way? "

Only now I felt the passage of time. The arrows of time really stretched in different directions.

We left the past behind. The endless arrow of time stretched far back, making room for the present, which slipped right out of hand.

And there was a future ahead, for the first time, too frightening.

Moonlight taught me to feel the passage of time. And this skill will help me in knowing how much is left.

Is this how love works? A question that has always been too difficult for everyone and too easy for everyone.

When we were back home, I felt tiredness.

Now, looking at this tired but happy face, at those closed eyes, which may have already been asleep, I understood and decided my future fate. I made a decision.

Meanwhile, crowds of people were fleeing in the streets, as well as crowds of soldiers who were dressed in snow-white suits, despite the fact that there was blood and broken Wizards everywhere.

"Hold them! Faster!" It was a scream that continued for several hours in a row.

"Hold them! Faster!" the scream gave way to another scream.

"These people, they need to be caught at any cost!"

"Richard, Sophie and Jupiter. There are three of them and each of them ran off in different directions."

"How are the Wizards? Are they sending information? We need to know everything they think about!"

"Right now, a lot of information is coming to me. But mostly their thoughts are only about one thing, about where to hide. But no, thoughts are cut off."

"Why are you standing there! Go look for them!"

And again screams filled the streets.

These were the troops, the real living soldiers, who belonged to a community called the "Three and Seven".

Three and Seven, the community who now read everyone's thoughts, those who intruded into the dreams of the sleeping people.

And now, having chosen a goal for themselves, they were chasing three completely different people who had nothing to do with each other.

Richard, a middle-aged man with gray hair, ran as fast as possible, even if soon he ran out of strength. He did not know the reason why the soldiers in too snow-white clothes were chasing him. He did not know which of his thoughts seemed dangerous to the new government, which so loved to read minds.

Although, perhaps, over time, while he was running forward, on the dirty asphalt, he guessed. Perhaps in his case, it was all about his work. Namely, he loved to write poetry and discuss modern people and their interests at night. Although, in this, he still did not find anything strange and bad.

The only thing that distinguished him from everyone else was that he considered this world, these people as too cruel.

This was his only sin.

And now, he had to climb high on a brick wall in order to hide from the patrol even for a minute.

And when he climbed over the wall, he jumped to the ground and saw a young woman in front of him with a very frightened, but lively look.

Her name was Sophie. That's all he knew about her. Just her name.

"They won't find us here," she whispered softly and immediately covered his mouth with her hand.

"Tell me, what have you done that they are chasing you too?" Richard asked breathlessly, gasping for air, stumbling.

Sophie lowered her green eyes to the bloody asphalt.