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The Guardian
(Ralion I E)

(c) 1993 Konstantin Yurievich Boyandin
E-mail: [email protected], [email protected]
WWW homepage http://www.cnit.nsu.ru/~mbo
Postal: Russia 630090 Novosibirsk-90 p/b 315

This text has never been published.

Preface

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directly or indirectly.

This text isn't a translation from Russian texts by the same
author, nor any Russian text is a translation thereof. This is
'raw' text, which should have been thoroughly revised (but was
not, since it became sure it isn't likely it might be published).

Please view this text as the first author's attempt to write
fantasy books directly in English. Please contact the author on
any question related to this or other texts, in English or
Russian.

The Ralion image depicted below have been thoroughly revised
and changed by now; most of the underlying ideas have been
replaced and many new ones added. The text below does *not*
refer to Ralion world as the author views it now.

K.B., 21-st of May, 1999, Novosibirsk.

Chapter 1. The arrival

The storm was over. All the waves, previously malignant, furious and
roaring now became lazily rolling curbs. Just occasional splashes were
heard; the sky cleared and a sunset glowed peacefully. Nlaminer awakened to
find that Rhissa was not in the cave.
Stretching, he sat and tried to recall all events of the previous
hours. The boat, he thought with a bitterness, is now a pile of wooden
pieces. How will we leave this island ?
He crawled to the entrance and looked out, blinking. The ocean was
completely calm; seagulls were flying over him, their cries bringing him
back to reality.
The boat lay on the sand just in front of the entrance.
Amazing, he thought. How could it survive ? Then he noticed tiny blue
sparks between planks, felt once more the leaden fatigue and thought with
satisfaction, "At least I have spared our boat." After hours of trying to