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LASS OF THE BREEZE *

* this is the continuation, the first part is here.

Part II

The monitor's screen popped up a black line:
- "Hi, is it your hero?"
After a few seconds the answer appeared:
- "Yes, it's mine."
A chat room of an auction had very modest design - just the logo with two crossed green lines, a menu with the exit and this window of chat...
- "What about 100 dollars?"
- "Are you kidding?"
- "What's your price?"
- "1000"
- "It's not seriously too. Why should I pay such money?"
- "Do you want to have this one?"
- "The hero is cool but... nobody will pay so much money for it".
- "You'll have enough skills to kill anybody you want. You'll have 3000 points of force".
- "I know. What kind of weapons has he got?"
- "Look at the description - it's at the foot of the page".
- "Wow! Ok, I can pay 500".
- "Go away!"
- "600".
- "1000 sharply".
- "Nobody will buy it for such price".
- "You will".
- "Why do you think so?"
- "Because I know you".
- "Who are you?"
- "It's not important. Simply think about your force after this bargain. Actually you will have unlimited possibility in that world. I know only two gamers who have something similar but they don't sell their heroes".
- "Why you do?"
- "Because I've found something better - if you buy my hero I could offer you something better too, promise".
- "Why should I trust you?"
- "Because you trust me already".

About two minutes passed after the last line but the bargain was done and both of auctioneers understand it.

- "Ok, I'll pay 1000. When could I receive your hero's account?"
- "Just after payment".
- "Bargain".
- "Bargain".

Part III.

"Lass Of The Breeze Bay" is one of the most secluded place on the East Shore. The local countryside avoid this part of the ocean shore because of permanent strong winds that blow from the ocean. Although there is another reason. The peoples said that sometimes the ghost of a lonely girl has appeared there. The name of the bay owes to her.

The first record of "Lass Of The Breeze" dates from 1703 when some Spanish sailor was survived after shipwreck. He was thrown out on the shore in this bay and spent a terrible night there. He regarded her as a young lady, one of their ship passengers. She traveled to the Barbados island, where her fiance served.

But after 50 years another sailor described very similar story mentioning this bay. Usually the ghost of the young lady appears in the evening, in gloaming. The local countryside said that she brings unlucky love to that peoples who saw her.

There is a physical explanation of this phenomenon that was bound with the unusual colored sand on the beach of the bay and the permanent winds..."

"Yes, it was she. Why? Why Bob didn't let me know beforehand?"
I closed the guidebook.

Two days ago I came to my friend's ranch to relax after really hard exams. I've known Bob from the school and I was happy when he invited me. His condition was very easy - I should look after his house and his chickens while he was out for three days. I enjoyed peace and quiet of this wonderful place. Just the mountains and the thick forest were around the small cozy house. But the most exciting was the view of the ocean. And... I started to miss my violin on the second day although I got tired with music after conservatory.

This meeting... Today I woke because of cold wind. I lay on that fantastic colored sand and the cool splashes were strewing over my feet. Nobody was around - just that cool breeze was whispering something indistinctly.

I remembered her bright sad eyes, how they had quickened when I changed my play to gypsy music... Gypsy? Maybe it was not actually Gypsy music. I tried to remember what I played at that time... Her dance - it could help me to remember. Her fiery dance, every her gesture was like a movement of music. I simply didn't know who played that music - she or I...

I remembered her story from the guidebook and strange feelings gripped me. The music started to sounds in my mind. It was new music - I have never heard it before. It was like revelation, like a gift of Lass of the Breeze... I found a thin sheet of paper, ruled it and the melody started to incarnated in notation...

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