Виконт - Пролог. Школа магии - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

What a lovely day today, isn't it, my friend? Gentle rays of sunshine, birdsong, a gentle breeze bringing the exhilarating scent of adventure from the sea. Ah, such balance! It's as if old Ilfit, the weather master, were back on duty. Close your eyes – and it seems as if, under the vaulted arches of the School of Magic's street-facing enfilade, you can hear the sound of chasing footsteps and the familiar voice of one of the Teachers: "Mon Hei, wait, I need to discuss next week's class schedule with you!"

Just like back then, in my home world...

It was the World of Magic and Witchcraft – yes, yes, don't be surprised, the World belonged to us, the Mages. We had become a force that needed no money or power, only a thirst for knowledge and secrets that drew our impatient, daring hearts.

Sa'art, that was its name, the Central World of our Branch, a World where Magic had become so masterful that many even considered us Gods. Something in our evolution had gone awry... No, we weren't stronger in combat Magic than the sorcerers of other Worlds, but the Secondary Worlds we created awed even the divine beings who wandered into our far-from-quiet corner.

And the Vranks?! You probably don't know what a Vrank is! Or rather, who. Oh... Another peculiarity of the Mages of Sa'art. A Vrank, or Vranka, is a duplicate entity of a True Mages, depending on whether you're male or female. After the final exams at the School, when a Mage was Initiated, the Vrank, originally an invisible part of the Mage himself, had the opportunity to receive his own physical form, that is, a body. From that moment on, the Vrank faced a choice: remain part of the Mage, renouncing the body, or acquire a body and become the Mage's assistant, or even begin a life on his own, doing whatever he pleased. You should see your face now. It was on exactly such a day that our story began, in Sa'art, at the School of Magic, where, under my guidance, several graduates were preparing to take the key exam—namely, to travel to the Interworld and create their own Secondary World, destined to exist for an allotted time and then, curling up, disappear.

It all began with Tigur, a bright boy with lively, sparkling eyes and light, slightly reddish hair. He was as prepared as anyone. A dreamer... That day, I summoned the boy to appear before the School's Rectorate to begin the countdown to his main test.