Book: Pixie dust. Page 1

He ran his hand along the wet dew from the grass and felt a thirst for life. He wanted to be back in those calm days when he could happily play, not worried about anything except lessons. But Michael knew now that luxury is no longer possible. Now, when he set foot on the thorny path full of dangers, everything changed. Life will never be the same. Will not be quiet.

How quickly, almost in one moment can grow up a child who a month ago I rolled machines and prepared trains for shipment at a toy the road to open the table.

Age is just a number. The degree of maturation of the person is defined by thoughts and events they experienced.

You will not believe it, but there's about a hundred shadows. But there are still some huge cages and they scare the hell out of me. Even afraid to imagine what these cells can need.

- Right, man - confirmed not without surprise, commander. Near this arch always goes girl your age. She scares me worse these giant cells. I do not envy her parents.

- Stand still and don't move! - sounded behind completely unfamiliar voice.
Everyone froze in surprise. Michael felt a smile slipped from the face Moran.

No, I can't do that. To trust your life to a creature that is so carefree, that in the most critical situation easily falls asleep.

It turned out that they had escaped from one danger and then landed in another. Michael couldn't believe such bad luck.

When the leprechaun began to cook and the smell filled the entire clearing with its aroma, Michael felt under the plaintive accompaniment of the stomach how much he was hungry.

The girl was different from his mother not only facial features, more free style of clothing, but also character. Eloise can be safely attributed to the "crazy", but in the best sense of the word. Her favorite clothes were the sneakers, jeans and a windbreaker. She knew how to have fun, to see the extraordinary in the ordinary, but it did not want to believe in magical things.

But while Eloise thought that all this is nothing more than just stories to the children better and calmer, fell asleep at night. After all, every child wants to protect some sort of magical creature.

Ah, my young friend, to you still not come? You are dreams and travel to other worlds. Here, in this world of men, lives the magical population, but it is invisible to the common man. If you can see me, you have a magical charge.

- You mentioned that Michael's parents are alive, but I saw how their bodies were buried. I saw dead her own sister. How can they be alive?
- You don't know, Eloise is Cavanaugh! proclaimed little fairies and rapidly fluttered its wings as if it wanted to gain a huge speed before the start. - The soul can't die. Dying there, will be born here. Because here, the true home of those who carry magical power.

- Your... your ears... the girl pointed to two pointed ears, which stuck out from the hair aimed a bit ago.
- What about my ears wrong? - did not understand the guy. - You have something against elves? and he cringed.
Eloise belatedly realized how rude he sounded her surprise. She had never seen elves, and yesterday generally thought that the magic - fiction.