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However he didn't make it and let himself be tempted by his beloved spouse who mourned loss of the first-born all nine months being pregnant, after all such children were initially deprived of a choice and couldn't live, without having incorporated a set of others threads. As a result, the newborn was hidden from Guards who watched all carried out the missions assigned to them. They managed to hide the child, having only given him some of own threads, and taken also some chances of the close relatives. But they didn't consider it was a big price for the child's life. Everything was normal until the moment the child had to leave the cocoon. But the cocoon from others probabilities was empty, threads were gradually alloyed in one hard lump, becoming impregnated in themselves. And the child was living quietly, without knowing about his mission. Everything was good up to the seventh birthday of Vaya when the spider line of reality started cracking slowly. The Reaper could do nothing with it, and The Timeless instead of sliding on lines of probabilities, started failing slowly from this reality in the unknown. As a result, having appeared at night in the wood, he got to teeth of wolves who with all passion of a predatory animal tried to clean the Earth from the nonexistent boy. List found him following the torn-off others threads which couldn't weave the new reality for the boy and brought him home. For him rumours about the girl – healer and the strange young man who were round there became a gift, and he decided to catch them. Aurelia listened to that rather short story and couldn't understand only two things: at first she didn’t see how she could help to the child and second what was the role of nonexistent blond girl who had already been in her visions twice?
However, List didn't hurry to give answers, and, maybe, he didn’t have them at all. He just asked about the help.
* * * It seemed nobody was going to hurry the girl up, Aurelia was given a time to think up a way to rescue the child and she had a tasty dinner. She had almost got used to eat fresh porridge or tasteless soup in inns, so that time the girl, at last, had a square meal and got warmed. Nobody asked her about anything, but the child's mother who was silently looking at her with entreaty nevertheless didn't allow Aurelia to relax. Feeling full of strength the girl, however, didn't find any ideas concerning rescue of the child. But all people around, obviously, didn't have any doubts that she would return him life. Aurelia was confused by another fact, touching him she felt emptiness, cold, something without bottom. As though any quantity of her or somebody else forces would not be enough to fill bottomless silence in the child. It had to be something different for that purpose but what exactly it could be escaped from her understanding.
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