Darley-city. Elizabeth Roide

Eleventh chapter. "Final battle and Elizabeth copy"

Charlotte Chense defended the interests of quiet residents, she needed the help of those who could help her. The conversation took place under strange circumstances and made me think about some kind of deal.
- I was hoping that friends appear on the day when I feel better, I understand.
- No, it's just your thoughts. The reality is exactly as it should be - ordinary, good, giving everyone the deserved, although not always, because the Universe hopes that people will become better if they get what they want. This is just a fuss ... - said Amanda Redhem.
After the conversation, they were in a good mood. And at six o'clock in the morning they finished their tea drinking. I was surprised when I again heard a little monologue of a cat and learned from his words the whole truth, which she had not noticed before. Patrick Earle was in his thoughts, and being closed off from reality, he could not go anywhere except in the closest places. Bengalius Cheskerston and Charlotte Chense took advantage of this moment. I walked out of the trees, walked over to the table.
- If you truly love your friend, you must make the feat... Which one, you can decide for yourself ... - The cat started the conversation.
- What happens if I do nothing? - I asked.
- You will remain that. What was before... - he answered.
- It is clear to me. But one question remained. How can I win this battle?
- You have everything to improve your life. Good luck. - The berd said these words, Cheshkerston disappeared.

Three hours later, I found a cave where her exhausted friend was sitting. Patrick raised his head and looked at the girlfriend entered. Lowering my sword, I told him to stand up and go out of the dark room. We walked along the corridor consecrated by lanterns.
The queen said a clever thought "You must go to the picture" and disappeared. From far away came chess.
- If you run away, we will not cope with an important circumstance.
- How can we be with a doll like you?
- What's wrong with her?
- She starts to get bored and tries to create energy chaos.
- Right, I forgot about how Fiona Waterloo created my mechanical copy.
- True, but you can stop her.

Otherwise, at a certain hour the clock will stop, it will be dark. You will understand that your thoughts only hindered you. You could run all your life, but you won’t achieve anything.
- You know how to control yourself and your emotions. Use the long-smart sword, if the copy starts to resist.
Patrick and I went down the side of the hill. All the royal army accompanied us until we disappeared behind the fog. Some time later we were on the landing where Henry and Emma Roide were sitting on the oilcloth. Away, there was a porcelain and chrome girl who tried to approach them, but the magical barriers did not give her any opportunity.
- Liza! - I cried, running up to the doll.
- You can convince her that there is nothing to fear us.
- I understand.
Stretching hands forward, a copy put them on the walls, as if asking about freedom.
- You must be strong and calm.
- We - your friends - will help you.
After this action, the barrier has disappeared, and two our figures moved away from the walls. Passing to the gates and the border of the Chess Kingdom, the two silhouettes looked back every minute, as if wanting to remember the characters left behind. Smoke shut people into reality, to where we could be who we were. The picture became even at the moment when Patrick and I came out of the Chess Kingdom. Fiona, emerging from the air, snapped her fingers on both hands.

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- I think, Elizabeth, you doubted for real reasons. It became clear to me very late. Excuse me... - said Patrick Earle, when the couple left the track and went onto earthen soil.
- It is normal. Thank you for sympathizing with me ... - I replied, and hugging each other tightly, I continued to think about my thoughts.