Chronicles of the Wolf

33

Olga did not take her eyes off the ancient map, which she had obtained with great difficulty.

— No, not here...— the wolf suddenly steps back.— Turn around! We took a wrong turn! —

— Okay.—Vegard looks over his wife's shoulder.— I saw the same bush made of stone, we just need to go down the hill.—

— So let's go.—

Pebbles are falling from under your feet, threatening to fall.

Olga runs along the embankment, putting the map in her belt bag.

All she can think about is that sword.

It's kind of stupid to be so sure of a miracle, but if you don't believe, then what remains? What?

— Here!—Vegard grabs his wife by the shoulder.— This bush! We need to get there!—

Olga stumbles over one of the stones.

A short pain is even unsettling for a second.

The blood from the broken knee soars up in droplets.

— This is it!—Olga caught her blood with her fingers. The droplets smeared like commas.— It was said on the map that everything that should fall rises...—

Bjorn tried to throw the water out of the bot