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
Tumaris turned around to see that Uras was still watching her. When Uras looked out the window again, he saw that the crowd had dispersed. He could leave the hall now. He left the hall on the way Tumaris took. Tumaris was there, her golden hair lighting up the whole room. He wasn't even looking in her direction, but he was sure that she was aware of everything that was going on around her. "It might be useful," said Uras with exaggerated indifference, Tumaris fidgeted, trying to hide something under the red coat he was wearing. "I know what's out there," said Uras. Tumaris shifted uncomfortably in place. "So what's in there?" His voice sounded like a mockery."A bow," said Uras.Uras frowned, showing that he had more than enough of Tumaris' taunts, then he sighed heavily and tossed back his cloak to reveal the bow. It was no ordinary arrow. The blue wolf symbol on the curved end of the bow and the blue feathers on the arrowheads made it as strange as the sword of Uras for Karagöl. Ura
"The horses are ready," said Ewin, who had come through the door, "and we have enough supplies to reach the East. We can go any moment. I think now."“Not without me.” Erendiz entered the barn with a shawl-wrapped bundle in his arms. Ewin nearly fell to his feet.The sword of Uras was half out of its sheath; Seeing who it was, he pushed her back, looked at Abigial Ewin, patted his lips thoughtfully with his finger. The hood of Erendiz's dark brown cloak was pulled up. "Here's everything I need. Including food. And I won't be left behind." “This isn't a picnic trip, Erendiz,” Ewin grumbled. Erendiz frowned when he saw her and fell silent.“Thanks Ewin. I didn't know. "Anyway, you can't come with us. We don't go for fun. The black cavalry is after us." Ewin gave him an indulgent look. "Black Horseman!" Erendiz laughed in disbelief. "Ewin, I've decided to see a part of the world and you want to change my mind, but please don't tell old stories this way. ""That's right," said Uras, "the b