The important writer. Part eight.

And again this sensation, and again this weakness.

Mom smiled and pulled him to her. Embracing us, she said, "In this world, it is so important to stay safe."

First, the pawns come out, and then the kings.

With this thought, I stifled the anger that was caused by the next reproaches.

The glory was mine. As well as everyone's attention.

But I did not know that with such speed, I would become the main, important writer of the century. And yes, along with all the news and gossip, people also started to believe that Sennhandd and I share some tender feelings.

I was invited to give an interview right in front of everyone. And as it was written in the letter, I had to confess to everyone, my feelings for Sennhandd.

From enemy, I became the character of some romantic fanfiction.

Did people turn those moments of anger into something romantic?

But what surprised me most of all was that all my books that fell into the hands of Albert spread around the world at the speed of light.

Through the iron sky, through narrow streets, past bloodthirsty battles, through the wheels of racing cars, my words reached everyone.

I felt like a kind of savior of literature, who was able to remind everyone of such things as a book.

But as it turned out, people did not understand the contents of my books at all, what they liked most was the fact that they were written by me, the man who dared to hit the great scientist.

They just bought my books because I was on the news now.

No, literature was still in a forgotten state.

But for that, I became a real star, like all those actors and singers from the twenty-first century.

I became even more convinced of this when my right foot stepped onto a high stage that floated in the air, in front of an innumerable crowd of spectators.

The screams and applause made me lose myself, but find myself again in the eyes of Moonlight, who sat in the very first row.

The TV presenter, in a too bright, golden suit, suddenly hugged me by the shoulders and laughed loudly into the microphone. His teeth, too, were too white, almost dazzling. And in general, I really thought that he was some kind of robot, with such an artificial face. But no, it was the most ordinary, modern person.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I know you've been waiting for this for a long time! And yes, just look at me, I am so nervous right now that look, I am sweating! But the truth is, standing next to this young man, who is also very handsome, is too dangerous. But at the same time, I feel lucky. After all, he is not just brave and too free, he is also a talented writer! " the TV presenter shouted into the microphone. Why was he so loud?! Why he can't be calm?

But he continued to hug me while too bright spotlights shone right in my face.

What was this place? This was the main building, where scientists usually gave speeches, as well as all the celebrities made fun of themself in order to make everyone happy.

There were no walls to be seen here, but the ceiling created the illusion of the sky.

"As we all know, on that terrible day when a real riot took place in our peaceful city, this young man found the courage to strike several blows in the face of our great Sennhandd."

When he said this, the crowd suddenly began to shout words of anger.

I was already preparing for something to be thrown at me.

"Yes. And now we all wonder why you did that?" the host suddenly asked. And when I looked into his eyes, I noticed that they were yellow. And the pupil was too black. This look frightened me.

I knew that I was called here in order to answer this question. Again and again. Same question. Why did I hit him? I was ready to tell the truth.

"Why did I do this to the great scientist?!" I asked.

Suddenly, it became too quiet around. They expected me to speak.

Finally, the lights went out a little. And the light emanated from the eyes of people.

I began to speak.

"I hit Sennhandd because I blame him for creating such beautiful creatures and just throwing them into this cold and cruel world. Yes, I hate him for that. I think he is the most evil, the most artificial and the hypocritical person of all of you. And yes, I speak the purest truth. I do not like him. I don't think he is that great. After all, if he were great, then he certainly would not have created such ideal, innocent and too kind creatures. With only one purpose. To read minds and fulfill any desires. While they are subjected to bullying and ridicule simply because they have only two organs. Brain and heart, isn't that enough to be the most sincere, the most beautiful? Sennhandd had no right to create life. After all, he is just a human. He had no right to give people power over these fragile creatures. I hit him because he deserved it." I stopped talking because, I felt a gaze from the darkness. And this look shone with a bright light of kindness and intelligence. Moonlight, I could see only him. And I, directing my gaze to him, continued, "I would do everything to protect every Wizard. I would do literally everything. After all, these eyes will never deceive, and even if they can deceive, this deception will be the most innocent. The heart will never betray, and even if it does, it will only be for seconds. And this pure soul, which is richer than the universe itself, will turn out to be a real home for you, where you will find yourself after a long, eternal wandering. I would have allowed him to do everything, if only he was happy. I do not like to use the word happiness, because before, I did not believe in it. But I want to do everything so he will be always, forever happy. After all, next to him, there is no impossible. And the world ceases to exist at all. This is a Wizard, and he is beautiful. This is the most real miracle that I have ever seen. The ideal of beauty, the ideal of kindness. A bright star in this darkness, in this life."

I didn't know, I didn't listen to myself. Words just flew out, reflecting my most honest thoughts. I did not give an account of what I am saying now. After all, I looked into his eyes. Into the eyes of Moonlight, one who lives only with heart and soul. Who is not a man and not a woman, who is just life in all its guises.

When the light enveloped me from all sides, I noticed that Moonlight was standing there and his eyes shone like never before. Maybe he was crying. But no, it was a shine of sadness, happiness.

"You made me cry," the TV presenter said, covering his face with his hand.

Until now, there was silence around.

Now, I expected screams of hatred. I was ready that the crowd would never love me.

"Okinizeus, tell me who you are?" he suddenly asked. This question puzzled me.

"What do you mean?"

"I have never heard anything more beautiful in my life. And you really are, a real writer!"

Suddenly, the crowd began to rustle and began to applaud.

"What a wonderful words! The words of a man in love, although I know you would not waste time on such an old concept as love. My dear friend, you just surprised me! Am I right?!"

"He's the real enemy! Don't you notice this at all?" It was the only voice that expressed dissatisfaction and hatred.

"So you decided to become the protector of the Wizards ?! Tell me, do you have one?"

"Yes. It's hard for me to realize that such creatures live side by side with humans."

"It was a little offensive. But there seems to be some truth in your words. So, do you have a Wizard?"

"No. I don't have it," I replied, trying not to look at Moonlight.

"It's a pity. This creature would be very lucky with such a kind master. But you know what, now I understand that we were all wrong. Why did we behave so cruelly with them?!" the host asked, although there was not an ounce of honesty in his words.

"We are their owners, so we have every right to do whatever we want with them!" someone shouted.

"Hush! Don't get angry! We have such a sensitive and romantic person as our guest, you shouldn't scare him! I think he's not used to screaming. Am I right?!"

"You're absolutely right," I said, and now, I was acting the same way. A strange, deceitful smile became my mask, which hid my real emotions, as well as excitement that tonight, I will be alone with Moonlight.

"So you're not going to ask Sennhandd's forgiveness?"

"No."

"How can you say that?! Do you even know who he is? Do you know?" another scream was heard.

"Hush! Hush! Let's not scare him!"

"I am not scared any of you," I said.