"Come," Donovan's stick out his hand towards Silja.
It was noon and the sun was spreading its orange rays on the green land.
There was a small woodcutters path leading towards the peak of the hill and Donovan led her up.
The path was stony and uneven, trees and bushes sprouted everywhere.
As they reached the peak which wasn't much higher.
Behind the dense bushes was sitting a man, cross-legged with his eyes closed and hand resting on his knees.
On the side, his long wand was half-buried in the ground while the upper half was sticking out. The carving of a fierce dragon was staring in the direction of Silja and Donovan.
Just beside him was a small shrine-like structure, old and covered with green veins and trees. It was evident that no one visited this place anymore.
Looking at the shrine a forbidden feeling started to rise in her heart. She remembered the incident from her kidnapping where she couldn't go near the shrine matter what.
