World. From death to life. Andrey Kolyasnikov

      ISBN 978-5-4493-5293-4

      Created with Ridero smart publishing system

      Andrey Kolyasnikov

      Chapter 1. “Gods”

      His hair became covered with a rare gray hair, as if he was already at least one hundred and twenty years old, although, more recently Zef was only forty. For the stay in the Abyss, his face changed – became more rough, his eyes had faded from the old twinkle in the eyes and left no trace. Now he had one desire – that this whole planet was decayed, and her ashes were scattered in the eternal darkness of space.

      The people of this planet was taken from Zef all that was so dear to him, since the house (or rather rooms in the company) ending with the light that was inside him and now he felt they had destroyed his life.

      Returning from exile, Zef had no time even to change clothes – among the seven young men in gold, he was like a wormhole leading a detachment in his dark blue form of Defense, with a shoulder chevron sign of lightning.

      The rest of the squad was younger than Zef Seth: if women at fourteen years of age, men over women, but at different ages. On their uniforms they had no insignia, only this strange Golden color, like the Creators, whose age has passed for ten thousand years.

      All in a party were young and are beautiful: four girls, four men – planet Geya saying goodbye with their children.

      On behalf of the people read the enthusiastic speech of the Ancient Creator: he said that all the difficulties they have to overcome themselves, that they are now the head of a new planet that only these eight people selected for the Ancient secret mission in a new galaxy, they will not have to return home – their home now being on another planet, now they are “Gods”.

      The head of the Gods was elected Zef Seth.

      After this statement of the Creator of the Dao Yang, people in the Golden indignantly said someone: someone got called a traitor, others just looked at each other, saying something unintelligible with anger – the outrage was quiet, that Great ruler of the Geya did not hear them – nobody has the right to protest against the decision of the Ancients, or waiting for his Abyss.

      – …Now in front of you forever. – Continued Dao Yang. – Remember about us, and we will be with you. Our voice will be the head of the Defense party-the Creator of Ger Afin…

      From what he heard fists got clenched, cheeks tightened, his glance became focused, in the last meeting with the head of the Defence:

      – Remove all authority from the senior fourth division Zef Seth. – Ger Afin was angry. He casually wiped his hand blood from his lips and turned to the large window. His black hair seemed to be moving, his gray eyes darkened, and his thick brows furrowed, as if converging on the bridge of his nose. – Today, for the Subversion of the world Order and for the attack on the Creator, he must be in the Abyss, without any privileges.

      For some time, Zef stood in handcuffs that bound his hands behind his back. Zef was held by the shoulders by two of, once, his own squad, as if he could run, but Zef Seth only breathed heavily and wearily, inflating his nostrils.

      – Do you have anything to say for yourself? Asked Ger Afin Sefh still not turning to his abuser.

      – I did what I had to do – I’m sorry it wasn’t enough. – Through clenched teeth Zef Seth. And will now go to the end, remaining a faithful son of the world of Geya.

      – Away! Her Afin Ordered It. – With the Council-to say the least…

      – …Let it be with luck and strength, and the knowledge won’t leave you. “Dao Yang finished his instructions. – Now move!

      Story of the Gods turned on the parade ground, heading to the Shuttle, to send to the space station, closed system former deposed, and now the head of the “gold”, a man in a blue uniform with a zipper on the shoulder.

      Seated on chairs, opposite each other – from the end, passing the subsequent passengers of the Shuttle forward (so Zef Seth was at the door of the pilots). People in black form, with a thin white stripe on the side, hiding their faces under their helmets, passed through the rows, tying the hands of the” Golden people” with belts to the chairs. Chevrons with a drawing of the eye said that they are experts from the party Science. No one resisted – it would be useless, and nothing untoward from them, the Gods could not wait for the Gods accompanied by the head, the Ancient Creator of the World Geya, Dao Yang.

      Science fastened Zef’s hands to the wide armrests of the chair, and he felt his wrist pierced several small needles at the same time.

      – What is it? – Losing consciousness, delivered Zef Seth. In the eyes of all floated: the air and a dope, melted images, like a wax painting dripping down the wall from the hot rays of the sun.

      – Order of the Creator Ger Afin: collect your samples before departure. One of the Ministers of Science spoke in an electronic voice and was lost in the mist.

      But there, behind a veil of dope from the melted pictures of the Science squad, there were other images:

      Zef Seth saw her – a beautiful dark-haired girl with blue eyes: the one that left in the Abyss. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, but her face was filled with hatred.

      – I know it’s you, Zef. – Was all she said. – Do what you’re here for. Do it!

      The faceless man, in a blue Defense uniform, put his hand on his shoulder and said in an electronic voice:

      – Shoot, captain – you have to do this.

      Zef Seth looked again through the scope of the pulse rifle, as if trying to hide behind a weapon. “No, he can’t do that, not to her,” but the body no longer obeyed him. His finger fell on the trigger, trembled slightly… the body of beautiful Liya Yume vanished into thin air, gleaming silver dust in a beam of light.

      Zef’s forehead dripped with cold sweat as large drops dripped down his face. Zef Seth shook the horror of sleep from his face with his palm and raised his head – before the head of the Gods was his God – Ger Afin.

      – My boy – began the Creator, and his face lit up with a smile. – Had a nightmare?! Well, nothing, nothing – and it will pass.

      Ger Afin took the hand of his disciple and literally pulled him out of his chair into his arms.

      People in gold robes watched this scene, standing at the open ramp of the Shuttle – among the “gold” there was a misunderstanding of what is happening.

      Chapter 2. “Abyss”

      The sun was close to the horizon, spreading in the sky a yellow spider web.

      Machine of Defense, towering two feet over the heated sand, raising clouds of dust in the air, from which the prisoner was choking, eyes hammered the local soil, watery. Sitting with his back to the escort group, chained to a chair, Zef Seth could see only the receding sand dunes, sinking into the fiery glow of the setting sun. The tent from the car of prisoners was absent, it was removed when the body was accompanied by an officer from the party Defense, which was rare, for the same reason, face mask prisoner was not issued.

      The dust was hammered under clothes, easy for prison khaki suit, with the bugs of a desert Quarry. Small insects crawled, irritating the skin of the prisoner, but he could only resist, bending like a caterpillar, caught in a glass small jar.

      The path came to an end, it was said the bridges are the same as in the World that stretched back and forth over the beautiful landscape of the jungle, this part of the continent. Home of the civilizations of the four parties of the world, small villages, sandy in color, were scattered on the edge of the carpet, like the patterns of squares