Helios shared a common misfortune with this small boy and now the drunken Burnout had simply swept him out of his way like unnecessary garbage.Įveryone in the shelter realized that the trouble did not come alone.Īfter losing in the tavern, this knacker was hungry for blood, he was beside himself. The shining ball shared Helios' interests - it jumped obediently and even with pleasure in his hands. The boy got used to it and was no longer surprised by its sudden visits. The solar sphere appeared and disappeared. He got up, dressed, and for the first time in a long time went out into the street with a light heart.

'What a big solar sphere!' thought Helios.Īnd from this thought, he suddenly felt so calm and good. In the open palm of his hand lay a brightly glowing ball. Helios looked closer - there were indeed more stones. The first rays of the sun were coming in through the barred window. The passers-by this time served too few coins. Tasteless stew and a kick in the ass, in the cold of the streets. Helios is awake again, shifting stones from hand to hand. They were his talisman, his only comfort, and outlet.Īn unsuccessful escape of one of the street children. On such nights, Helios could not close his eyes.Īgain and again, he turned over the white round stones in his hands that he loved to juggle in the street.

The others, hiding their tears and rubbing their bruised places, climbed onto the sunbeds and waited for the dawn. They tried to make money by juggling tricks, but all in vain.Įvery time he got drunk, Burnout appeared in the beggars' room and severely punished the first teenagers he came across.Īfter this, some of them agreed to engage in theft and along with their belongings moved to the thieves' room. These poor fellows became whipping boys as soon as they came to the master: they begged badly and did not want to steal at all - they said that it was a dishonorable occupation. The thieves got less out of this evil wineskin.īasically, beggars fell under the hot hand if they brought less than required in the evening.īut Helios and Pax were in the direst situation. They begged and begged for money from passers-by and gave Burnout everything they could get. The uncomfortable home could have been a real palace for street children, if not for Burnout himself - a vile and cruel tyrant, for whom the children worked like slaves.įlocks of boys caught, tricked, or bought from slave traders, were begging on the streets of Strongford. Then, one by one, the children reluctantly went inside.īurnout's shack was their current home, and they didn't want to go back to it. The group of ragamuffins sat there for another hour. 'All right,' whispered the third, shivering. You can help Hero Wars Wiki by expanding it.ĭetails: Machine translation of for russian speaking person who could proofread it and remove this header afterwardsĪ few grimy boys were sitting on the porch of Burnout's shack, hiding their shoes from the rain.

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