Nils was as happy as a child.
He asked weak Bee is She okay.
She sat then slowly, rising eyes
to the cave ceiling. There were edges,
directed down. The sharp ice peaks
threatened them both to fall and pierce...
Bee said to Nils, that they must go.
Nils was afraid of Bee's sick look.
But they hadn't choice... The burning torch
seemed to be off. Nils wary moved
to one of skeletons and took
another one. It's hand had crooked.
The black eyed skeleton dropped it
then down, on an old leather bag,
which turn to dust, freeing a thing:
it was a compass! Nils possessed
the gleaming treasure, hid the gift
into his bag. Now they could leave.
by Thea Ariss
10.10.2025
A priceless treasure. The tale of the winter fores
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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