Mechanic. LaaiA

I put the ruby that Marash had presented in the chest cell of the bird. I secured the wings and tail in a spring mechanism, and lubricated it. The head I also carved out of the wood. In the eyes I decided to inlay the glass pieces that Dinah had presented. But I couldn’t find the same color and size, so the eyes were different. One was blue and the other was yellow. I inserted a black pointed glass as a beak. The bird came out as if it was alive. Now there was turn of the feathers and some magic.

      «I’ll ask mom to revive my phoenix», – I thought, and cast a glance at the hill, where there was a black stain of the oak ashes.

      I left the bird on the table. I took off an apron and checked my hands for cleanliness before going to mom. They were not the cleanest. I’ll have to wash them. And as soon as I opened the loosely closed door, Dinah burst into the room.

      – Did you spy on me? – I squinted.

      She was holding an armful of feathers and two cans of dye. I even didn’t want to scold her. The girl lifted her freckled chin and stood up, dusting off her apron.

      – Niko, can I help you with the phoenix? I can do it! I have revived some mechanisms before, – she looked as if she was about to cry, although she held on with all her might.

      – I don’t mind. Let’s try. Now I will finish it… – I hesitated.

      The friend looked so sad. Perhaps my mother told her about my departure.

      – Thank you… Do you already know?

      Dinah nodded and walked quickly to the table. She put feathers with paint on it and sat down in front of the unprepared bird. She ran her finger along the body.

      – There is blood here… – She looked at my hands in dismay. But then she noticed the fern ointment on my finger and calmed down.

      – It was no big deal. I cut it with chisel. Well, can you help me to paint? – I smiled, pulling another chair for her.

      The feathers came out very beautiful. Turmeric gave a pale-yellow hue, and beet juice – a cold burgundy.

      I wire the feathers to the wings and tail of the phoenix. Dinah smiled contentedly, examining the glass of its eyes.

      – Can I revive it? – She prepared herself.

      – Yea, come on.

      Dinah got up from her chair, touched the bird and cast an ordinary spell that gives life force to objects. But then something unimaginable began to happen. The phoenix rose into the air, red sparks were circling around it, creating a subtle energy field. The mechanisms began to transform into living tissues. The body of the bird was covered with skin, feathers, the chest was flushed with scarlet plumage. Claws grew on the paws, the beak lengthened slightly and bent. And the glass of the eyes gleamed so brightly that we closed our eyes from this flash. When the outer transformation was completed, the energy ball around the bird disappeared and the phoenix dropped on the table. Dinah and I looked at each other.

      – How did you do it? – I asked in a whisper, touching with my finger that bird which Dinah had conjured.

      – I… I don’t know! Honestly! This happened for the first time! You know, this hasn’t happened before. The mechanisms haven’t changed externally.

      The bird stirred under my fingers. We both pulled away from the table, but curiosity tied us. I reached for the phoenix. It roused himself and stood up abruptly. The revived bird looked with its multi-colored eyes first at Dinah, then at me. Then it raised its wings and examined the plumage intently. It stamped its paws, jumped up and tried to raise its voice. At first, something vague came out, much like to clucking, but after another attempt, the phoenix burst into a melodic trill. Alice appeared in the open door.

      – Where did this bird come from? Where did you catch it? – aunt slowly approached the table, studying the animal of unknown origin. Red-gold plumage, elongated tail of crimson-burgundy color. A tousled crest and multi-colored eyes.

      – It’s a strange bird … – whispered Alice.

      Phoenix looked at her completely calmly, as if it was a pet and always lived in the house.

      – Niko made this bird, and I revived it… – said Dinah whose tongue turned as if she had stuffed cotton wool into her mouth.

      Alice looked owlishly and straightened up.

      – No, it can’t be! – said the woman. – No magician is capable of doing something like this.

      – Listen, Dinah, maybe you should go to the academy with me? If you can do this, then you will surely become an excellent war magician! – I declared enthusiastically.

      The friend coughed, and the bird spread its wings and rose into the air. We lifted our heads watching this incredible flight. In the space behind the phoenix, there was a transparent fiery strip that was flickering with sparks and slowly disappearing.

      – Oh … – Dinah sat down. – How is it? I need to tell Aphelia. I learned it from her books! Maybe I did something wrong!

      Phoenix hovered in flight over me and carefully landed on my shoulder. I froze, not daring to move.

      – So, you say that you have revived Niko’s creation? Look, it knows who its master is… Clever bird. Have you already named it? – asked Alice, marveling at what she had seen.

      – Inis! – I exclaimed. – It’s a fire in Rubinian. The God of Fire, Rotrad, is worshiped in the first world. When I began to study the languages of the seven worlds, Rubinian seemed to me the most melodic, by the way, the dialects of the worlds are very similar to each other. I am sure that what you have told me is not a fairy tale. Formerly, the worlds did interact.

      The nanny nodded approvingly. Dinah liked the name too.

      – I don’t know how you guys managed to revive such a living creature, but let me give you an advice. Be careful with unknown magic. And for now, don’t tell anyone about this, except Aphelia, of course.

      The nanny went out and returned immediately.

      – I completely forgot. Go to have dinner. But first to Aphelia. We don’t know whether this bird can fly around the house. It has such a tail, it shines. Maybe it can cause a fire. – Alice turned around and left the room, in the corridor we could only hear her reasoning aloud. – Kids, well, what did they create…

      I exchanged glances with Inis. He tilted his head funnily and chirped something in his language.

      – It’s a pity that I don’t understand the bird language, – I sighed and headed for the exit. – Let’s go. Let’s ask mom whether it is possible to create such a miracle with magic.

      Dinah followed me, glancing at Inis.

      I came to the door. Behind it I could hear the gentle voice of my mother. She was talking about something with Reemay. I pushed the door lightly.

      – Mom, can I?

      – Of course, sweet. Nicholas, I see your voice is back!

      I have just noticed. It’s strange…

      Mom seemed as fragile as a flower; it was hard to believe that she was a war magician.

      Dinah stepped after me, just from the side where Inis was. Mom narrowed her eyes.

      – What’s that on your shoulder?

      – Mrs. Aphelia, this is exactly what we wanted to ask you, – Dinah began timidly.

      Inis was sitting on his shoulder obediently, looking around.

      – Ask me? – mom clarified incomprehensibly and stood up, leaning on the pillow.

      Reemay fidgeted in the blanket and attracted the bird’s attention. Inis fluttered and flew onto the bed, leaving a red ribbon of light in the air.

      – What?