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World © Blizzard
Story © Ekaterina N. Stadnikova
Translation from Russian © Eugene Selivanov
Boundless sky was filling the heart with anxiety. Quite a disgusting feeling – when you know that your body is out there somewhere while your mind is here. Only few moments are enough to realize what solitude is.
Rustle from behind made him startle. Something slipped in dense mist.
- What is this place?
- It is all in your head. Interesting, isn't it?
Golden leaves were fluttering on the trees showed through the mist. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something watching him.
- Did you hear that? Cho?
Lord Zhu ran up the hill through the mist, and...
- What is that? What's written here?
- 'Thought you can read as good as me.
- I... can't.
- You're asking me whether this grave is her. It is. But the epitaph makes no sense. “Take a rest for one day, brave daughter, we will call you in the hour of need.”
- I want to be alone. At least in my thoughts.
But those obsessive noises weren't retreating. The mist waves were lapping on the top of the hill.
- Show youself! I demand!
- Oh, you demand, child. But whom? Pandaria will never leave you.
And then the mist have cleared away. Opening the endless sea of golden trees.
- We're all parts of the whole. We are both spectators and participants in this infinite cycle of rebirth.
- The wounds shall skin over once, if you are strong enough to survive. Pandaria is wounded. This is the hour of need.
- The great adventure awaits. All you will gain along the way will worth it, even if you have to lose it. You will need all your strength to overcome the way.
- What? Adventures? Haven't you found someone... younger for your adventures? Who are you people?
- Is he... dumb... a little?
- No. He is dazed and confused. Also he does not know, that something has changed in his heart.
- Pull yourself together, man! Adventures mean adventures, do you get it?
- A new dawn rises from tiny sparkle of hope.
- She returned to the world of living where it all begins.
- Be a stronghold for her. An unbreakable wall.
- Use your strength to destination. Protect all that matters to you. Even I have... posterity.
Meanwhile, far from the world of illusions, two curious rogues were thinking over all they heard.
- Hell of a story. Did Lord Zhu do all this? All he told about. Maybe he just bashed his head?
- You are not telling tall tales when your head is bashed. And we saw a paw print on the excavation with our own eyes. That means this chick with small feet is real. How did she drag him away? Without a tiger, without a cart...
- You're up to something.
- Let's find her for him. And if she doesn't fall in love with him – I swear, I will rip her guts out by myself.
- You are irresistible when you bring something good to the world with special cruelty.
The valley was all in blossom. You could simply put a shovel's grip into the ground – next morning a lot of fruits became on it ready to be harvested. Fragrance of grass. Birds tweeting carefree. Midges ringing with its wings.
Suddenly, a fragment of sun fell from stone lips of the statue and slid down a waterfall, carried away by the water jets.
- I don't believe it! She's alive! Don't be silent as fish. Give me the tunic for her! Let's bring poor thing to the village.
- …
And that's how our story begins