We introduced Sorina, three weeks after the beginning of Viorel's escape.
Viorel dreamed of Sorina and woke up not really remembering anything. Traveling to Paris, he arrives at "La cour des miracles". He is rescued by a stranger who turned out to be Nicolas Flamel, the alchemist he was looking for. Nicolas does some strange experiment without Viorel's agreement. Some people are looking for Nicolas's secrets. On the other side of Europe, Sorina awakes and Viorel's past in haunting him. Viorel discovered that he can change into a wolf but that's not the easiest thing to handle. After finding out that a younger version of Nicolas might not be acting with his best interest at heart, Viorel decides to leave for the north. He is now traveling with two people, Alexej who needed to get out of Praha and Irina who he accidentally rescued.
“There is no reason to go hunt the dragons. They are nesting, when they are done, they will leave again, and this city will once more be at peace,” I said. I was careful to be visible for the people around me but invisible to the priest on his pedestal.
I walked in the crowd touching people’s arm, making eyes contact telling them that they didn’t need to fight, that they could go back to their normal life that they could see their family, pushing the thoughts into some of them, the one who seems the most difficult to convinced. I was carefully hiding from the priest, he was yelling insanity, talking about God’s will. How did he know? Why would God ask them to die? If God’s reasons are behond man’s knowledge, well they were beyond his too.
“Taking those dragons’ egg will only make them angry and look for it, they have a destructive power that we can’t fight.” I said and the crowd around me nodded in agreement.
“We have been created in God’s image, we are the best creature on this Earth and dragons send by the evil can’t scare us into denying god’s power,” the priest said with anger.
“All creature have been created by god, the dragons being here is a lesson for us to learn,” I started, I was making it up while walking. I didn’t feel like a preacher. I was just playing the priest’s game without even thinking. I needed a way out. It was too dangerous. He could turn the crowd against me the way I was trying to turn them against him. He was better at it than me, even if he was only waving God’s name around. I should have tried to go to church a bit more.
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