Lost in the forest
Passing through the forest, Andrei hardly understood where he was going, his eyes blurred and the pain in his body became stronger.
The pain in his shoulder gave him no less pain, staggering from the side more and more. With difficulty feeling the tips of his fingers, which gradually became colder.
There were thoughts to stop and take a break, pushing these calls from his body, Andrei continued to slowly walk forward through the forest.
The young man understood that if he stopped to rest, he would most likely die in this game.
He was now driven by only one desire to reach the city, but if he stops it will be the end for him.
Passing one section of the forest and stumbling over a stick, Andrei fell to his knees and at that moment the pain pierced his entire body, tightly clenching his teeth so as not to scream.
Looking at the land that was in front of him, the young man's thoughts returned again, urging him to surrender.
He practically gave up when he remembered his grandfather's words, "Don't be afraid to give up if you've done your best. But be afraid when you give up without trying." Andrei tried to raise his left arm, which was all wounded.
And at that moment, he was pierced by a strong pain going all over the wounded arm. The appearance of severe pain took away his desire to give up, resting on the knuckles of his right hand, he began to slowly rise.
In his condition, it was impossible to make sudden movements; he understood this with his clouded mind.
When he got up, he felt a severe headache and dizziness. Clutching the book with his hand, he continued to walk slowly, when Andrei thought that it could not be worse.
The young man felt how drops began to fall from the sky, afraid to make unnecessary movements, he continued on his way. He had the feeling that the gaming world hated him.
Over time, the rain began to fall more and more, the young man felt with his feet how the earth was becoming more viscous, and it became more difficult for him to walk.
He prayed that the village would be nearby, otherwise he was just delaying the inevitable, he did not notice anything around him that he had seen earlier when he walked into the depths of the forest.
His decadent thoughts resurfaced when the young man saw nothing familiar with his blurred vision.
Andrei did not have a photographic memory, but trying not to pay attention to the voices in the head that urged him to give up, he moved on.
The raindrops turned into a heavy downpour, the young man felt his clothes and he himself was getting wet, his hair began to cover his eyes.
He did not have the strength to correct them, lowering his head down, he continued to walk, Andrei did not notice how after a while he was beaten by a strong cold.
And his mouth began teeth to gnash against each other from the cold. The rain was getting stronger, a couple of times he almost fell, and again his whole body was pierced by pain.
At such moments, he shouted Andrey; at these moments, he was no longer afraid that players and monsters could hear him.
Under heavy rain, he continued on his way, not understanding where he was going. They were driven by some kind of force to go on and not give up. Feeling how his whole body freezes more and more because of the rain.
The young man heard thunder rumble in the sky, when he wanted to give up, Andrey decided to take a look where he came.
He understood that he was lost in the forest, this did not make it any easier, slowly turning his head, it seemed to him that he saw some kind of house to his right.
Not trusting his eyes, he closed them and reopened them. His hair made it difficult to see the house, but his eyes did not deceive him.
Perhaps someone from the locals lived here, and they will give him the opportunity to wait out this damned rain. And they will tell you how far he is from the village where he needs to return to hand over assignments.
Slowly turning his body, he began to wander towards the house. His head was empty, he did not think what to say to the inhabitants of this house.
The distance to the house was reduced slowly, Andrey wanted to run, but he understood that now he was not able to demonstrate such abilities as running.
Approaching the house, he noticed a new problem for himself, there was a staircase leading to the door.
Trying to carefully step on the stairs and not fall from it, he slowly climbed up.
Having climbed the stairs, he saw that there was a cornice above the door, having experienced a slight relief, Andrei went under the cornice.
Inspecting the door, wanting to find a handle or something like a signal, but found nothing.
He could only try to knock with the hand that was clutching the book. He did not understand how he had not dropped her under this downpour.
Lifting the book up, he began to knock, at first softly, then louder. Has luck played a cruel joke on him again?
Could it be that he found some kind of house in the forest but empty? The despair he was holding back began to seep deeper into him.
The downpour masked the noises he had hoped to hear from the door. Having lowered the book and already turning to the hated rain, Andrey saw the door opening.
Turning his gaze to the one who opened it, but with his condition, he could hardly distinguish in front of him.
Starting to slowly approach the one who opened it, he had no idea what to say. Andrei was very tired, slowly opening his mouth to say he felt the coldness of his lips.
- Allow me to wait out the downpour. - He stammered to the one who opened the door.
After speaking, he felt weak all over his body, he no longer had the strength to try to continue to fight his fatigue. And darkness closed his eyes.
- Milady Alia, we have an injured damned angel, what are your orders? - A male senile voice was heard from the side of the door at which Andrey was knocking.
At the door stood an elderly man dressed in an elegant black suit. His short gray hair gave him a strange danger. He was of medium height.
The gray eyes stared fixedly at the accursed angel before him. An elderly man, was a servant to the young daughter of the duke of these lands.
She wanted to get out of the city walls, away from those who hunted for her attention. Many among noble young people tried to get her attention.
- What, the damn angel is here? In this weather, how did he get here? - A surprised female voice of Aliya was heard, which was gradually approaching.
Approaching the door, the girl glanced at the young damned angel lying in front of the door.
She saw him that he was all wounded, bloody marks on his clothes and on his body said that he had gone through some kind of strong battle.
In her hands, to her surprise, he was clutching a wet and blood-soaked book. Which she didn't expect to see in a cursed angel.
Thinking of possible solutions, she looked at the downpour that he had gone through to abandon near this house.
- Help him Lulf, inspect his wounds and place him in one of the rooms. - Ordering in her voice, interest in the damned angel was heard.
Having given orders, the girl left, leaving Lulf to help the damned angel.
The old servant shook his head, his mistress was too kind. Looking at the cursed angel who lay unconscious, Lulf approached him and dragged him into the house by his shoulders.
Turning the accursed angel to face him, he was surprised to see the young man's face. He, like the inhabitants of this world, knew that the appearance of the damned angels was deceptive.
The servant couldn't shake the thought that he wasn't looking at an adult, damned angel. They gave a different feeling with their presence.
While examining the body of the cursed angel, Lulf saw multiple wounds on his body, but the most dangerous wound was in the left shoulder, which pierced through the shoulder.
As a duke's servant, he had seen wounds from various weapons, but the one that dealt such heavy damage to the cursed angel's shoulder was not weak.
Realizing that it was better to continue examining the cursed angel in a more convenient place, he called other servants.
The servants who arrived looked at the cursed angel in surprise, but after hearing the order of the senior servant, Lulf, the rest obeyed.
After moving the body of the cursed angel, they began to undress him in order to see other possible severe wounds.
And they saw what they did not expect, four neatly folded wings were on the back of this damned angel.
Everyone who was in the room with the thought that eyes was playing a joke with them closed their own eyes and opened them, not believing in what they saw.
But the wings didn't go away, they looked at the older Lulf with concern in their eyes. Who continued to examine the wounds and smear them with some kind of foul-smelling ointment.
As he finished lubricating the cursed angel's wounds, Lulf glanced at the servants, who were staring at the wings.
- Will you keep staring, or will you help? - Lulf asked the junior servants in a stern voice.
The servants who froze as they stared at the wings, Lulf's voice brought them back to the world. They were embarrassed for their behavior and began to quickly collect things when fangs and a medallion fell out of their pockets.
Approaching the fangs, Lulf examined the fangs and the medallion with interest. But for him, they were not worth putting next to the bed, he ordered the servants to clean the clothes of the accursed angel, and looking again at the youth lying on the bed, he left the room.