The road to the Black Lake was quite long. It felt like weeks had passed since dinner with David and Abigial, as if it had been days for Ewin since he had seen the black horseman. He could no longer feel anything but numbness on his shoulders carrying Yelis's stretcher. David had been quiet for a while. Ewin wasn't sure how long it had been since the murmurs had ceased. Reaching the black lake was their only hope. They tiredly tried to increase their speed, but their legs were moving slowly.Ewin finally fell to his knees. He checked Yelis' covers, tiredly. Yelis's breathing was regular. "What if they come back?" he said coldly."The wheel of fate turns as it pleases," said Aunt Abigial uneasily. “If they come back…We'll gather our strength and stop them,” he said, and sighed, his face loosening as he bent his back. Ewin realized for the first time that Abigial was as frightened as he was, if not more. Uras nodded and looked at the firewall. "We'll get over it," Ewin said, encouragingl
“It's a beautiful weapon you're wearing,” David asked Uras. Uras looked at David for a moment."I didn't think I'd find a brute-marked sword in a place like this," said David.“It belonged to my father.” Uras looked at his sword, the hilt visible at the end of his cloak; He turned his eyes to Bilge's house. “They took it a long time ago,” he said. "It's strange that they've been taking the Ice people for thousands of years, but they've never touched the Burkut bearers," David said.Uras avoided looking sideways from David. He didn't want to talk to a stranger about his sword. Still, he felt he had to say something. "It might not always work to carry a sword with the Bürküt mark. I didn't even know he had it until recently, anyway."David nodded to her. “It might work. It wasn't always like this.” David touched the symbol on the sword on Uras' waist. A two-headed eagle." Sacred once among the ice peoples of Bürkut. Another symbol of the Lakeside. This sword must have met your father by
Ewin's gaze fell on the Sage's house. The beam of blue light reflected from the Sage's house was reflected outside. These thoughts in Uras' mind disappeared. David's face was less red than it had been. He jumped when Ewin grabbed his arm. When the blue light finally disappeared, Sage left his house. With heavy steps, he walked towards the Black Lake. The people of the black lake were following him. When he dipped the ram's horn object into the waters of the Black lake, a bright light was reflected and soon dyed the lake dark again.The Sage nodded and sighed as Ewin came near the Sage. "Not yet. I hope not yet. There's a blemish. A wound that won't heal unaided will cause deadly fevers, I've eased the pain, but you won't leave him alone." The sage's words were half request, half command. "I won't leave him alone, I won't," Ewin agreed simply. “I am very tired, Bilge, and I haven't had a chance to rest since last night,” said Bilge assent and walked away from Ewin.A woman wearing a dr
Artam looked in horror at the snowy hills that surrounded him. This was not just a place where spring came late; Spring has never been here and never will. There was nothing but ice on the cold earth crackling under his boots. He sprinted past rocks that were twice his height.The sun was hotter than the hottest day of summer, and bright enough to burn his eyes, with the timing sharp black and silver clouds coming and standing in front of him. Despite the sun, the air was tearing through the skin like a sharp knife.Artam often looked over his shoulder as he ran, but could not see the pursuers. Only the desolate hills and the jagged black shadow…, Even though he couldn't see the shadows, he could hear the howls behind him, the metallic rumblings coming from his throat. Arqs were approaching, and Artam's strength was nearly exhausted.In a desperate haste, Snowman climbed a hill, then fell to his knees, groaning. Below, a thousand-meter chasm stretched out into a vast canyon. Steamy mi
“Noooo!” he screamed… and gasped as she gasped. Artam stood up. He stood near the snow-capped River. They smiled at each other with the figure. The figure was friendly. Artam filled his eyes when he saw the figure’s friendly smile. Tamir… was there. “Right from here.” We have to go and get inside the ring.” The black cloak that protected Artam's naked body fluttered slightly.Artam was moving more slowly than Tamir with his giant size. Tamir was floating on the snow. “What happened there?” Artam asked. Tamir told him about the shadows and the name of the woman he had seen. “I was in the middle of a city, Artam, when I touched him. I crossed a bridge, entered a city through huge gates set in high, pristine walls. It was a wonderland where every building was like a palace. A city hidden in the mountains. It was not stone, brick and tile. I could smell the scents; the scents of pungent spices, wonderful food, and countless flowers. There in the middle of the city was a round building, a
A single lantern cast a dim light in the half-closed room. Uras jumped from his seat with a rustle of straw, his back against a partition door, as David, Ewin, and the sage walked through the backyard doors of the white house. He pulled his sword from its sheath, but when he saw what was coming, he put it back. As if keeping his word, he hurried to where the five horses were tied, reined, and saddled behind the pool of light. two black stallions and two white mares were waiting there. Ewin hastily examined the girth straps and the leather ties that held the saddlebags, waterskins, and blanket rolls. Everything was just as requested, it was enough for this long road. David smiled shakily and tried to look like he was genuinely eager to go.Ewin noticed the sword at Uras' waist for the first time and pointed at it. “You will be the Warden and protect the girl” then she gave David a quick glance. His words sounded more like orders than requests. Uras grinned forcefully. He raised his swo
As everyone in the room stared at David's half-moon blade, the door swung open and Aunt Abigial came in. The door slammed shut behind him with a rumble that resounded like thunder. Abigial was out of breath. The room must have sensed the tense air in the room, for it looked at the people there with trembling. "She's awake," he whispered. Wise; “We expected this,” he said firmly.Yelis was still sleeping in the bed. Slowly, her breathing slowed. Half-depleted logs burned in the fireplace, a good bed of coal heaped around the fire irons; Aunt Abigial took care of her while she slept. When Yelis woke up, there was a blanket at her feet. Yelis swallowed and looked around the room. Aunt Abigial's coat was hung on the door. She wiped the cold sweat from her face with one hand. She tried to make sense of his dream. It was like a dream come true.Twilight darkened the window; The moon was high, round and fat, and the evening stars shone over the Misty Mountains. Yelis did not know how long he
Outside the room, Uras was waiting, wearing his long overcoat and wielding his Bürkut hilt sword. He was swaying anxiously on his heels, as if looking towards the stairs with equal impatience and fear. "This doesn't sound like much of a story, Uras, does it?" said a hoarse voice. "It doesn't look like it," replied Uras. Instead of answering, Tumaris ran ahead of him, descending the steps in twos. Uras quickly ran after Tumaris to follow him.Caught him downstairs. Only a faint light filled the common room. The hall was empty except for the two of them. Tumaris stood by one of the front windows, peering out, as if trying not to be seen. Uras opened the door a little and looked at the garden, then went to join Tumaris, wondering what Tumaris was watching. Tumaris muttered for attention, but moved for Uras to look too.At first he wasn't sure exactly what he was seeing. A crowd of about three dozen Karagöl residents had gathered on the shore of Karagöl. Bilge had turned to them, his back