Rina settled down to sleep. She wasn’t afraid of anything; the whole darkness, the weird, but radiant whispers and ripples she had gotten to know very well before. The roots of the up-side down trees got entangled in the purpose of nocturnal chats; maybe they talked about the golden-haired warrior who returned to the primaeval woods. However, Rina was too tired to listen to them. Her inner silence made her fall asleep soon.
The following day, some dancing rays of light woke the girl up, shining straight into her face. Rina opened her eyes and reminded herself of the journey that she had set out on; then, she smiled, sensing the presence of The Unknown around her whole being. The girl sprinkled some water on her face, packed up the traveling sack and went about the morning meal. The place where she found a shelter in was covered with the crawling branches of a nearby tree. Rina found herself distracted by something she couldn’t define.
“What is going on?” the girl wondered.
Finally, the nearby tree forced Rina to turn round by a rampant movement of its branches, trying to make the girl see.There were some glowing words carved out in the trunk that conveyed the message. However, it was hard to understand the primaeval language of the Abyss since it hasn’t been spoken for a long time. Moreover, the words were very vibrant and alive; ever-changeable. The warrior found that language very close to her heart and although she didn’t know the meanings of the carvings, she sensed the energy hidden in the words, their other essential meanings. Rina thought about her guide, Avin. There weren’t any stories he couldn’t decipher…
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