In this world, the souls are the main source of power for the physical beings, but just some humans know about this.
Kostek, a normal guy from Cracovia, was realised from the slaughter of the Fuhrer in 1945 at the age of 3. Now that he is 17, he is...
The bus rumbled along the highway as the first light of dawn painted the horizon. Kostek, Edham, Boris, and Natasha stirred from their slumber, greeted by the hushed whispers of morning. The bus driver's voice cut through the silence, announcing the imminent arrival at Opole, with a brief stop scheduled in about two hours.
Kostek, seated behind Natasha, felt a pressing need to break the morning calm with a question that had been lingering in his mind.
Kostek: "Natasha, do you have any information about the Fuhrer? Why is he causing so much chaos?"
The question hung in the air, but Natasha remained silent, her eyes fixed on the passing landscape. Kostek exchanged puzzled glances with Edham, who shared his curiosity.
As the group settled into their morning routine, an odd series of events began to unfold, adding an air of mystery to the already tense journey. Edham, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, claimed to have seen a bat flitting near his face upon waking. However, when Kostek turned to investigate, there was no sign of any nocturnal creature.
Edham, with a perplexed expression: "I swear, Kostek, there was a bat right here."
A few moments later, Kostek himself experienced a bizarre encounter. He felt a serpent slithering on his legs, prompting a startled yelp. He frantically searched for the snake, but there was nothing to be found.
Boris, concerned: "Kostek, are you feeling okay? I didn't see any snake."
Kostek, still shaken: "I don't know. I could've sworn there was a serpent."
Natasha, observing the exchanges, chose to keep her thoughts to herself. She noticed a wasp circling Boris but refrained from mentioning it, then, the wasp got into some of the bus air conduits.
Natasha, watching silently: What's going on here?
Suddenly, the atmosphere took a more ominous turn. Claws tore through a section of the bus ceiling, and Natasha realized the others were still in a deep slumber.
Natasha, urgently: "Wake up! Something's not right!"
No response. Natasha inspected the passengers, noticing peculiar bite marks on their necks. Determined to uncover the truth, she dashed to the back of the bus, opened the scuttle, and climbed onto the ceiling.
There, she encountered a mysterious figure-a soul capable of transforming into any animal. The figure took on the form of a bear, introducing itself.
Bear Villain: "You've disrupted my plans, little human. Now you'll face the consequences."
The battle ensued, with the villain swiftly shifting forms-a serpent, a bird, a ferocious tiger. Natasha, using her intelligence, dodged and evaded, analyzing the pattern of the villain's transformations.
Natasha, taunting: "Is that all you've got? I've seen scarier animals at the zoo."
The villain growled, transforming into a swarm of bees. Natasha, quick on her feet, grabbed a thin rope from her bag and skillfully lassoed the buzzing cloud. The bees morphed back into the bear, now entangled.
Natasha, smirking: "Time to end this."
In a daring move, Natasha seized a bee sting from her pocket. As the villain transformed into a bee once more, she swiftly tore off its stinger. The bear-villain convulsed and vanished into the ominous Fuhrer's smoke.
As the smoke dispersed, the bite marks on the passengers' necks miraculously faded away.
Boris, waking up: "What just happened? Why are you smiling, Natasha?"
Natasha, cryptically: "Just a little pest control."
The group exchanged puzzled glances, unaware of the unseen battles occurring on their journey. Natasha settled back into her seat, a mysterious smile playing on her lips, leaving her companions intrigued and, perhaps, a bit wary.
The bus continued its journey, hurtling toward Opole as daylight spilled across the landscape, casting long shadows on the road ahead.
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