Ms. Matilda lives a peaceful life in her home and deals with telling the future (popular activity in the World of Fantasy), creating talismans, and thus magic. In addition to his knowledge of reading rune, intuition and other, he uses the Mystical Eyes, which are known to have an insight into all five dimensions. In leisure time she likes to work on extending the capabilities of other creatures.
These creatures have a lot of character virtue but also failing. Generally speaking prefer to live in large groups but often do not know the members of their community and with other species are generally aggressive, consider that the whole Fantasy world created just for them. They possess of intelligence, they know right from wrong, have the ability reasonable conclusion but sometimes make the incomprehensible nonsense. Although can successfully live independently, there is evidence that it is always needed someone to guide them and says what is correct, the accepted value. On several occasions there have been cases when they followed their leader into the abyss or fought amongst themselves. The fact is that the mind and developed intellect of these creatures, though weaker than the primitive instincts that are in them, their number is constantly increasing.
The fact is that new, creative thoughts in science and medicine are Doktor Bolest (see more at http://storiesofoldbone.blogspot.hr/2016/07/doktor-bolest-doctor-illness.html)
presented the world of medicine imprisoned in conservative irons, nevertheless brings fresh ideas. One of the doctors who deserve a prominent place in the contemporary trend of "New Treatment,", which like infectious diseases spreads in the World of Fantasy, is certainly Dr. Gripp. This top-level specialist for head ailments (also a skilled carpenter) has made special wood-based tools in the form of a fix with which he solves: any a headache, migraine, mental problems, "feelings of head scattering," tinnitus, etc.
Firmly convinced in his scientific thesis that any pain and other illness of the head is bad energy that needs to be expelled by increased energy (wedge does with wedge crop up) gradually squeeze head ill person in medical scrapes. Almost 99% of people at one point gives a sign that their trouble has passed and to be free, then they run away as far as their feet are carried, what Dr. Gripp interprets the joy of a patient who is finally cured, and in a hurry boast of their neighbors. For that reason, his assistant Pedro charges services in advance, which proved to be the right business decision because nobody returns for the second treatment.
Probably I was almost invisible, hidden between the two rocks known as Start and End. He was lying on the ground, great in every view, his view was directed up to the heavenly vault that covered the World of Fantasy, the stars kept the distant, desirable destinations. I heard him for a while and now I had a chance to see him, and listening to the loud breathing, the air from his nostrils created a stormy wind that had blown the old dry trees, creating a new space. It is a giant Leviathan Javisprem. What he was thinking of - I do not know, what emotions flowed to his body - I do not know, but only occasionally he would slip a few tears from the eye which was quiet, motionless. When he got up, the whole territory was shattered, he stepped quickly toward to the west, causing the attention of all creatures. At the place where he was, I saw another picture, his body throws out to the surface the huge rock from which fresh water was poured, flowing toward the east.
On the scale of the hierarchy of being from hell, he is the lowest ranked, almost none and nothing, pikzibner. When he makes a suggestion or speaks, no one takes notice of it, his appearances on the public scene are ignored, sometimes stronger beings say: No need to pay attention to him, he's a pikzibner!
From time to time, demons and the other beings of hell are satiate of some sinful souls, too tortured and uninteresting, and throwing a pikzibner, as the old, worn rag throws into the trash. When he gets such a soul under his power, pikzibner will overwhelm all of his frustration, rage for his worst position and persistent undercutting. An unlucky sinful soul is awaiting suffering which he would not experience even at Satan itself.
Throughout the long history of various worlds, secrets were revealed, many knowledge came to pass, controlled by procedures and came to power that was so dangerous that they could endanger the existence of a multitude of creatures and civilizations. For these reasons, the Wises has created the Guardians, the powerful creatures, the energy, to keep dangerous secrets of a hand that could do evil, find out forbidden. The Guards are able to lead seekers of mystical knowledge in the wrong way, scare off those who crave unnatural abilities, and if necessary, take away their mind and life. A large number of powerful artifacts and other ancient knowledge swallowed up the time that had been forgotten, and the Guards, for which few who ever knew, remained buried alive in a grave of no memories. Over the course of the millennium, some of the secrets have become known in some other way, many of the knowledge the Guardians have been furious harboring is now known to everyone, and while the Guards defended the entrance door according to hidden one, the artifacts were eaten by moisture and rust. That is why some of the wizards of the World of Fantasy are elaborating the idea of revealing the Guardians and finding ways to explain to them that their work is futile nowadays. It is believed that those creatures, dangerous when they need to protect the secret of their trust, have no protection when someone reveals them. A3 format
Events in the field of art in the World of Fantasy have never been more interesting than the last month. After striking Assheads on the monopoly of Fric Theory in determining what is the supreme art and what is not, recently happen impudent burglaries in the Art Gallery. Burglaries were confused the police because neither the artwork nor the inventory was alienated, while some did not notice that the burglars (or burglar) sheltered some valuable abstract paintings in the Art Gallery warehouse, and brazenly exposed some other abstract works. It is interesting that visitors have been watching the paintings for a few days and admiring these pictures of an unconfirmed art - amateur, counting the images would not be here, that have not passed through critical evaluation of Mr. Frica Theory, alpha and omega cultural scene of the World of Fantasy. When the scandal came out to the public, Mr. Fric Theory is turned green out of anger and suggested night ambush the organs of the order, so it was done. The third night there was a scrape in the wall, someone dropped through the chimney, and soon a man appeared at the fireplace. He did not take two steps to the Art Gallery, on him jumped like eagles Mr. Fric Theory and Duty Officer. When they turned on the lights, from the back of Giovanni took a picture (shown in the post) that he brings that it is unauthorizedly exhibited in the Art Gallery. Then Mr. Fric Theory recognized an intruder, it was Giovanni Crutch, one of the leaders of Assheads, a thin young man who was convinced that he was misunderstood art magnitude. Mr. Fric theory looks at the picture and said:
- Sacrilege! This a horrible picture, a miserable show of broken eggs, a disgusting breast in the field of sick imagination, will never be exposed in my sophisticated gallery!
Giovanni Crutch clenched his teeth and angrily hissed:
"These eyes will weigh you one day when your soul moves on the path of eternity, stuffy can!
Violence would have right now reigned with the Art Gallery of the World of Fantasy that the cold-blooded police officer did not grab the hand of Giovanni Crutch and took him to the police car, in safety. For a long time, Mr. Fric Theory has shaken out of anger, the margins have attacked his fort, the Art Gallery. In it, primitive feelings and evil thoughts are wild, at that moment he realized that the struggle for life and death began.
- I will not this flowers, it's ugly!" the girl said.
"I do not have another, in my country only this is growing, " said the young man.
"The world is big and I'm so young," said the girl.
My mailbox was full again as eglantine pits of advertising leaflets and sales catalogs. Great, bright colors highlighted the headlines on various brochures: Discount! Weekend action! Now is the best time to buy with us! Discount up to 95%! Out of those stacks of paper bait, on the ground falls gray, unattractive leaflet. The flyer was printed on cheap paper, the designer misses out, the disgrace of advertising skills.
- We invite you kindly to the Spirits' Area for socializing and talking! - it was written on the back. Below it was a guide to how to get there, the instructions written by the connoisseur of passage from one world to another.
- When you come in, call Franjo! Jura! Mika! And we will come -those words ended the text.
I laughed ridiculously, I did not even think of moving to the Spiritual Area, a place that has traditionally been for a long time avoided by all the inhabitants of the World of Fantasy. Also behind this invitation, there might be some evil man who in this way lure the new victims.
In the evening, I told to the wizard Chirila Bum about the flyer and as I saw through fraud.
"My little boy, bad people will harm you more than ghosts," said the old wizard, "the bad spirits have the same number as bad men. Ghosts are constantly trying to contact us, but we avoid them (because of unreasonable fear) so they often feel less worthy of being. These advertising calls say that they are in a very desperate situation, so lonely and desirous socializing, trying to summon us into their world in this way when we do not want to socialize with them in our own.