The Fairy Pearl. Book 1

The story of the life of the mighty despot Gregordian, Archon of all the Borderlands, the splendid and invincible din-chi, is over. That is what I see—his friend, advisor, and loyal asrai Alevo, the wayward son of Saffin, the chief supplier of all kinds of exotic goods to the court of the Illustrious couple.

My parent wanted me to follow in his footsteps. My mother, learning that from birth I was endowed with the gift of seduction and persuasion of sensual desire with a special kind of force, planned a different career for me. To be the one who commands lust in the world of the Elders—where almost nothing is higher than the cult of the pursuit of pleasure—is worth a great deal.

But I disappointed them both. What’s the point in doing what comes to you with ease and requires no struggle, without truly arousing anything? Still young, I fled into the Borderlands in search of glory and victory—not only from bed battles, okay, not only those (let’s say… not only them). Yet somehow I managed to become attached to a foolish, then barely young din-chi, and sympathize with his frantic, but straightforward temperament—and I stayed that way.

But we’re not talking about that now.

We’re talking about the fact that recently Gregordian got married. Not just married—he went through the rite of permanent marital unification. So, yes, his story is finished. What truly interesting could happen to him now? Right—nothing. The end. A man’s end. A mortal sentence, with no amnesty ever. The same woman in your bed until the end of your days—no intrigue, no games, no seductions, no sensual discoveries. A terrible nightmare… for me.

That’s what I thought more and more often as I watched him and Edna. But in the world of the Juniors there’s a belief: the more you think about something, the sooner you attract it to yourself. So here I am— asrai Alevo—and this is my extremely sad story. After reading it, many will say: \"So it goes—he deserved it.\" And maybe, but extremely unlikely—I’ll agree with that.