Guild Quest.  Day 4.  Witch’s Book - Evil Wakes Up
Guild:   Double D’s

🔮 DAY FOUR — THE DEAL THAT NEVER WAS
📍 The Witch's Book - Halloween Eve
🃏 FOUND: The Jester — Fortune Telling Cards Collection

Friday arrived under a sky the color of old silver. The village has recovered from its supernatural disturbances, although the baker was still refusing to sell bread to his mother-in-law, and Mrs. Brunhilda had begun leaving saucers of milk outside for what she now considered her personal weather spirit. Inside Alevtina's cottage, however, the atmosphere was considerably less cheerful. Rowan sat across from the witch, unusually quiet, his cane resting against the table. For nearly half an hour, he had not offered a contract, advertised a service, or mentioned the Infernal Preferred Customer Club. "You're frightening me," Alevtina told him. "I haven't heard a sales pitch since breakfast." Rowan sighed. "The old Halloween agreement was signed centuries ago. The spirits received one night of freedom, and the witches received authority over the magic of that night. But the agreement must be renewed every year, and its terms cannot be changed by the original signatories." "And I'm one of those signatories?" Alevtina asked. "Your office is. The Keeper of the Witch's Book inherits the obligation." Rowan looked towards the empty page. "You discovered that the agreement had become unfair. Some harmless spirits were punished for the actions of dangerous ones. You wanted to change it, but the book would not allow you to rewrite a pact while you remembered its original terms. So you removed the page, entrusted it to me, and erased your memory." Alevtina stared at him. "And you agreed to help?" Rowan smiled faintly. "I have been waiting three hundred years for someone to ask."

The Explorers Guild assembled around the table for what Tara officially designated OPERATION SAVE HALLOWEEN WITHOUT ACCIDENTALLY DESTROYING CIVILIZATION. DeNae immediately shortened it to "Friday". Tara opened her Handy Dandy Journal and reviewed their options. "Option One: return the page, close the border, and ruin Halloween. Option Two: leave the page missing, release the spirits, and potentially destroy the neighborhood. Option Three: something spectacularly clever!" "I vote for Three," LaLa announced. "It sounds less expensive." Julie studied the ancient agreement. "The problem is not the border itself. It's that the original contract treats every spirit identically." John nodded. "Like closing an entire airport because one passenger forgot the rules. You need screening, not a permanent shutdown." Mad leaned over the table, examining the glowing parchment. "And surely Halloween should be a celebration! The whole point is bringing two worlds together for one wonderful night." Oksana smiled. "Exactly. But celebration requires responsibility on both sides." Alevtina opened a ancient velvet box containing her fortune-telling cards. "Then perhaps the future can show us how."

The cards were older than the cottage, older than the village, and possibly older than Rowan's first unsuccessful attempt in selling insurance. Alevtina shuffled them carefully while the Guild watched. The deck trembled, rose into the air, and arranged itself in a spinning circle of glowing symbols. One card separated from the others and floated gently onto the table. It depicted a laughing figure wearing a crooked crown, juggling a moon, a key, and a tiny pumpkin. Beneath the illustration appeared a single phrase: THE JESTER. Tara clapped her hands. "A COURT JESTER! I KNEW THE UNIVERSE HAD A SENSE OF HUMOR!" "Or terrible judgment," DeNae muttered. The card began laughing. Then the painted figure stepped out of its frame, bowed dramatically, and announced, "WELCOME, LADIES, GENTLEMAN, WITCH, AND QUESTIONABLY REPUTABLE DEMON! I AM HERE TO EXPLAIN WHY EVERYONE HAS BEEN ASKING THE WRONG QUESTION!"

The Jester danced across the table, leaving tiny glowing footprints among the teacups. "You ask who stole the page! You ask who owns the magic! You ask who controls Halloween! But nobody asks who gave the witches and spirits the right to decide everything for everyone else!" He snapped his fingers, and the room filled with shimmering images. They saw the first Halloween agreement, signed centuries earlier by frightened witches and equally frightened spirits after a disastrous night when both sides had lost control. The original pact had been intended as a temporary solution, but year after year it had been renewed without reconsideration. Then the Jester revealed something astonishing: the stolen page contained a forgotten clause allowing a new agreement if representatives of both worlds—and seven independent witnesses—freely consented. "Seven witnesses?" Julie repeated. The Jester pointed towards the Guild. "ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!" He bowed towards Rowan. "And our dear demon here has been carrying the missing page in the hollow handle of his ridiculous cane!" Rowan closed his eyes. "I was rather hoping we could avoid mentioning that."

Alevtina seized the cane and unscrewed its silver handle. Inside lay page 248, folded into a tiny silver butterfly. It unfolded itself and settled on the table, glowing with ancient magic. "So that's why you never let anyone touch your cane!" LaLa exclaimed. Rowan straightened his jacket. "Among other reasons." But the Jester was not finished. "The old agreement requires obedience. The new agreement requires choice. And choice, my friends, is considerably more difficult!" Oksana examined the forgotten clause. "The seven witnesses must represent independent judgment. They cannot be bound by the witches or the spirits." "That's us!" Tara declared. "Unbound, independent, and occasionally unsupervised!" "Occasionally?" DeNae repeated. John studied the clause carefully. "We need a practical system. Dangerous spirits must remain contained, unsaveresal visitors can receive temporary passage, and every visitor must agree to return when Halloween ends." Julie added, "With protections against false accusations. Nobody should be imprisoned just for being unusual." Mad smiled. "And perhaps a little room for joy, friendship, and excellent celebrations!" LaLa raised her hand. "I'd also like a clause prohibiting demons from charging admission." Rowan looked genuinely wounded.

The negotiations lasted until sunset. Alevtina represented the witches, Rowan represented the inhabitants of the Holiday Border, and the Guild served as seven independent witnesses. Tara insisted on a provision allowing spontaneous adventures, provided they didn't endanger innocent bystanders. DeNae demanded accountability for property damage, including reimbursement for stolen sandwiches. Julie established fair treatment for harmless magical creatures. John designed a clear system of entry, identification, and safe return. LaLa insisted that no contract could contain hidden obligations, misleading language, or "three small favors" of unspecified value. Mad secured a provision allowing visiting spirits to participate in music, feasting, and celebrations, provided they behaved themselves. Oksana carefully reviewed every clause, ensuring that neither witches nor spirits could abuse their authority. When the agreement was completed, Alevtina placed page 248 back into the Witch's Book. Rowan touched the silver border with his ring, and each Guild member placed a hand on the page. The Jester raised his crooked crown and shouted, "LET THE OLD FEAR END AND THE NEW HALLOWEEN BEGIN!"

The cottage shook. The windows blazed with orange and violet light. Outside, the sky opened into a magnificent archway of shimmering stars, and hundreds of magical creatures appeared along the Holiday Border. Some were frightening, some ridiculous, and some so small they could have comfortably slept inside a teacup. A tiny ghost carrying a pumpkin waved shyly from the threshold. Alevtina opened the door. "Welcome," she said. "But mind the furniture." Rowan watched the scene with an expression nobody had seen on his face before: genuine happiness. Mad slipped an arm around his shoulder. "You know, Rowan, under all that suspicious charm, you're actually rather sweet." "Madam," he replied, "I have spent centuries cultivating a completely different reputation." "Well," LaLa interrupted, "you've certainly succeeded with the suspicious part." Everyone laughed, including Rowan. The Jester took one final bow, leaped back into his card, and vanished with a cheerful POP! Tara immediately wrote in her journal: CASE SOLVED. HALLOWEEN SAVED. DEMON REFORMED—PROVISIONALLY.

As darkness settled over the village, the first official visitors crossed the Holiday Border under the new agreement. Lanterns glowed, music drifted through the streets, and children laughed as friendly spirits joined the festivities. Even Mrs. Brunhilda received a visitor: her former thundercloud, now wearing a tiny orange bow and carrying a perfectly dry handkerchief. The baker's oven produced pumpkin pastries containing cheerful fortunes, including one promising that his mother-in-law would soon leave for an extended holiday.

Inside the cottage, Alevtina closed the Witch's Book with satisfaction. The missing page had been restored, the magical balance repaired, and Halloween given a future that neither witches nor spirits had previously imagined.

Rowan raised a glass. "To new agreements!"

"To friendship!" Mad added.

"To responsible adventures!" Oksana declared.

"To irresponsible adventures with responsible supervision!" Tara corrected.

"To furniture that stays uneaten!" DeNae insisted.

"To fair treatment for all creatures," Julie said warmly.

"To contracts without fine print!" LaLa announced.

John smiled and lifted his glass. "And to getting through the next twenty-four hours without another supernatural emergency."

Alevtina looked around at her extraordinary guests.

"For that," she said, "you'll need considerably stronger magic."

✔

🎃✨ CONCLUSION

The Price of a Better Halloween

Four days earlier, a missing page had threatened to turn Halloween into a supernatural catastrophe. A gluttonous gobbler had almost eaten Alevtina's cottage, the elements had declared independence, magical ointment had exposed secrets no one particularly wanted to disclose, and an impreccably dressed demon had spent most of the adventure trying to sell insurance against disasters he already knew were coming.

Yet the greatest discovery had not been the identity of the thief.

It had been the realization that an agreement made in fear could eventually become a prison, even when everyone involved believed they were preserving peace.

Alevtina had risked her reputation and her memory to give the future a chance. Rowan had risked centuries of carefully cultivated demonic respectability to help her. And seven extraordinary friends had demonstrated that wisdom, humor, compassion, and a healthy distrust of suspicious contracts could accomplish what ancient magic alone could not.

The Witch's Book was whole again, but its most important page had changed.

Where the old agreement had demanded obedience, the new one offered responsibility.

Where the old border had separated two worlds, the new one allowed them to meet.

And where fear had once ruled Halloween, friendship had finally been invited inside.

Naturally, Tara insisted that the entire affair was officially classified as THE GREAT HALLOWEEN CONSPIRACY THAT TURNED OUT TO BE MOSTLY TRUE.

Nobody argued.

After all, she had the journal.

🌙👻 EPILOGUE

Halloween Night — One Last Little Surprise

The following evening, Halloween arrived in all its magnificent glory.

The village glowed under hundreds of carved pumpkins. Friendly ghosts drifted between the houses, tiny goblins distributed sweets, and a group of remarkably polite skeletons performed a surprisingly competent jazz concert in the square.

The Explorers Guild had been invited to Alevtina's cottage for a celebratory dinner.

Mad arrived carrying the ingredients for what she described as "the world's first officially sanctioned interdimensional martini." DeNae brought enough food to feed the entire Guild twice, having learned a valuable lesson about supernatural appetites. Julie carried a small basket containing a particularly adorable baby dragon she'd discovered sleeping beside the bakery. Oksana brought an elegant silver bookmark for the Witch's Book, while LaLa presented Rowan with a beautifully wrapped gift.

Inside was a small wooden plaque reading:

NO SOLICITING. ESPECIALLY DEMONS.

Rowan was delighted.

Tara arrived wearing her magnificent tinfoil tiara, now enhanced with tiny glowing pumpkins. John followed carrying a bottle of excellent wine and a small toolkit.

"Why the tools?" Alevtina asked.

"Experience," John replied. "Every time we visit, something breaks."

Dinner was wonderful. The conversation was lively, the food remained uneaten by anything with more than two legs, and even Rowan managed to behave himself for almost an entire hour.

Then came a soft scratching sound from the fireplace.

Everyone froze.

Alevtina slowly turned towards the chimney.

"Oh, absolutely NOT."

A tiny creature emerged from the ashes.

It was no larger than a kitten, with four little legs, two fluffy tails, huge innocent eyes, and a mouth that occupied approximately seventy percent of its face.

It looked around the room.

Then it squeaked.

"Chocolate?"

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then Tara whispered, "Ohhhhh, he's ADORABLE!"

Julie immediately reached for her basket.

DeNae clutched the bread.

LaLa stared at Rowan.

Mad burst into laughter.

Oksana closed her eyes and sighed.

John slowly placed his wineglass on the table.

"Well," he said, "at least this one's small."

The baby gobbler opened its mouth.

And swallowed the entire fireplace.

Rowan smiled brightly.

"Now, as it happens, I offer a very reasonable family feeding plan—"

"ROWAN!!!"

The resulting explosion of laughter could be heard all the way across the Holiday Border.

And somewhere inside the Witch's Book, page 248 quietly added a new clause:

Under no circumstances will the Keeper be held responsible for the questionable decisions of the Explorers Guild.

🎃👻 THE END! 👻🎃

День 4
Ежик в тумане

Алевтина перевернула гадальную карту, и на ней появилась Верховная Жрица в серебряной короне. Между её ладонями светилась пропавшая страница магической книжицы.
— Похититель не стремится к власти, — прошептала Алевтина, читая послание карты. — Он хочет раскрыть тайну, которую ведьмы скрывали веками.

В этот миг карта показала лицо виновника — хранительницу Праздничной границы, древнюю волшебницу Морвену. Она украла страницу, чтобы освободить нечисть от обязательного возвращения после Хэллоуина. Но если заклинание сработает неправильно, граница исчезнет навсегда, и два мира смешаются.

Роуэн мрачно постучал пальцем по столу.

— Можно вернуть страницу и сохранить старый порядок. Можно позволить ей всё разрушить. Или…

— Или предложить третий вариант, — закончила Алевтина.

Она решила собрать ведьм и нечисть на тайный совет и заключить новое соглашение: нечисть сможет сама выбирать, когда пересекать границу, но ни одна сторона не получит права удерживать другую силой. Страница должна была стать ключом к добровольному договору.

Карта Жрица мягко засветилась, одобряя решение. А затем на её обороте проступила новая надпись: «Первый совет состоится в полночь. Захвати печенье. Демоны на голодный желудок не договариваются».

Алевтина вздохнула. Даже древняя магия знала, что хорошие переговоры начинаются с угощения.

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🔮 DAY 4 — THE HOUSE REQUESTS A NIGHT OFF
Found item: Priestess
Guild: Double D’s Guild
The Priestess card showed Alevtina’s house through centuries of Halloweens.
Burned curtains.
Flooded stairs.
Something enormous shedding in the pantry.
Then its crystal showed a hand accepting the stolen page through the brass delivery slot.
A dark doorway closed before we saw the recipient.
“He said I could be free of the obligation,” the house murmured.
“Did he mention what would happen to the town?” I asked.
“No.”
“Useful omission.”
The house could restore its own wards, Oksana discovered. Together with Alevtina’s magic, they would contain the early disturbances until Halloween.
It refused.
“No further hosting.”
I pointed through the Gothic window toward the abandoned fairground.
“Then help us keep things stable while we propose a different venue.”
“You cannot authorize that,” Rowan said.
“No. We can arrive prepared.”
The guild made the proposal worth hearing. John repaired the kitchen door. Julie and Mad inspected the fairground. Tara drew a layout while DeNae listed repairs and costs.
I promised the house that we would ask before committing its rooms to anything with tentacles.
It accepted.
Alevtina worked her spell. The ribbon stitched temporary protection around the empty page space.
The house settled with a long sigh.
Then Rowan produced an invitation.
Midnight. Holiday Border. Attendance Mandatory.
Apparently our proposal had an appointment.
After he vanished, the book opened.
Finally.
I stared at the word.
“The book was expecting this?”
The front door unlocked.
Seven coats slid from their hooks.
“I suggest,” said the house, “that you ask.”

Отредактировано Lala a3d26b (Вчера 16:10:48)

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Lala a3d26b

Double D’s Guild

И
день 4
гильдия Ежик в тумане

Я открыла карту Шут. На ней был изображён человечек в колпаке, который одной ногой стоял на краю пропасти, а за спиной нёс пустой мешок. Но вместо лица у него было маленькое зеркальце.
В отражении я увидела не Роуэна, а саму себя.

— Прекрасно! — буркнула я. — Теперь ещё и карты решили обвинить меня?

Роуэн впервые за утро перестал улыбаться. Карта показала: страницу забрал тот, кто хотел разрушить старое соглашение, но не ради власти. Он хотел, чтобы нечисть перестала быть пленницей одной-единственной ночи.

И тут меня осенило: а что, если не возвращать страницу и не оставлять границу открытой? Я предложу новое соглашение — нечисть сможет приходить в мир людей по собственному желанию, но обязуется соблюдать правила и уходить, когда её время закончится.

— Ты предлагаешь переписать древний договор? — удивился Роуэн.

— Нет. Я предлагаю перестать делать вид, будто старый всех устраивает.

Карта Шута весело подмигнула. Кажется, ей понравилась идея начать всё с чистого листа.

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День 4.

Гильдия «Ёжик в тумане».

Карта Луны легла перед Алевтиной лицевой стороной вверх — и будто потянула за собой тишину. В комнате стало слышно, как потрескивает фитиль свечи и как где-то в глубине дома тихонько ворчит домовой.
Алевтина наклонилась ближе, вглядываясь в рисунок. Темноволосая девушка в белых одеяниях, похожих на белое кимоно гейши, стояла на границе света и тени. Красный пояс, туго повязанный на талии, казался алой нитью, которая не столько украшала, сколько удерживала что-то внутри — словно запечатывала силу. По правую руку девушки висела крупная, целая луна — не просто светило, а будто врата, затянутые тонкой пеленой. Тёмные горы на фоне тонули в фиолетовом тумане, а между ними и девушкой лежала равнина, укрытая сине‑голубым маревом — будто сама неопределённость обрела цвет и форму.

— Луна, — тихо повторила Алевтина, не отрывая взгляда от карты. — Она не называет имён. Она показывает путь, где всё двоится. Где одно и то же действие можно прочесть и как спасение, и как предательство.

Роуэн чуть склонил голову, не перебивая. Он знал: когда карты говорят, лучше не мешать словам находить дорогу.

— Девушка на карте, — прошептала Алевтина, проводя пальцем по тонкой линии тумана, — она не ждёт. Она готовится. И красный пояс… это не украшение. Это печать. Способ удержать силу, не теряя её. А горы в тумане — это граница. И туман между ними — не пустота, а переход. Тот, кто забрал страницу, действует именно здесь, на переходе. Он не хочет ни разрушить праздник, ни освободить нечисть. Он хочет стать тем, кто решает, где проходит граница. Кто определяет, что считать свободой, а что — пленом.
Роуэн медленно кивнул:
— То есть он не враг соглашения. Он хочет его возглавить. Переписать правила так, чтобы граница слушалась его голоса.
— Именно, — Алевтина подняла глаза. В них уже не было растерянности — только холодный расчёт и азарт. — И если мы просто вернём страницу, он найдёт другой способ. Если не вернём — он получит свободу раньше срока и сможет диктовать условия. Но есть третий путь.

Она встала, подошла к книжице и положила карту Луны поверх потрёпанной обложки.

— Мы не будем возвращать страницу прямо сейчас. Но и не позволим ему перекроить договор в тишине. Мы создадим временный протокол — своего рода «печать на границе». Я использую силу книжицы, чтобы на время Хэллоуина граница стала зеркалом. Любой, кто попытается изменить условия соглашения, увидит своё истинное намерение отражённым. Если он хочет власти — зеркало покажет жажду. Если хочет свободы — покажет, сколько цепей он готов накинуть на других. И самое главное: чтобы любое изменение условий стало видимым и слышимым для всех сторон. Никто не сможет шептать в темноте.
Роуэн приподнял бровь:
— Зеркало на границе… Это рискованно. Оно может показать и то, что ты предпочла бы скрыть.
— Я знаю, — спокойно ответила Алевтина. — Но я не собираюсь прятаться. Пусть видит, что я готова защищать старый порядок — и что не позволю подменить его чем‑то, что выглядит как свобода, а на деле станет новой клеткой.

Она взяла перо и чистый лист. Книжица тихо шевельнулась под ладонью, будто одобряя. Слова ложились на бумагу не как заклинание, а как договор — с чёткими условиями, оговорками и защитными формулировками. Роуэн время от времени подсказывал старые обороты, придававшие словам вес и силу. Когда последняя строчка была дописана, Алевтина приложила к листу карту Луны, словно скрепляя обещание.

— Теперь пусть приходит, — сказала она, поднимая взгляд. — Пусть пробует переписать правила. Мы будем ждать его на границе — и увидим, кто он на самом деле.

К вечеру четвёртого дня дом Алевтины выглядел почти прилично...

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