Both went ahead. They did not speak.
Nils thought, that loosing of the map
was not the valuable miss.
He could recall the every trait
as He were learning it all night
before the leaving. The day died...
But and the lodge was placed not far.
They went and there were heard a song
made of strange sounds like someone
was spelling endless praying vows.
The guy recalled nonfreezing flow
of the fast river, dashing low.
It rushed between immovable rocks.
Bee looked at Nils, fearing to speak.
But He was calm, as years ago
his grandpa shew a hanging bridge.
Nils went to it, but time's as fly.
That bridge was damaged: hopes had crushed...
by Thea Ariss
26.09.2025
The first barrier. The tale of the winter forest
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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