Just for you

Unexpectedly, the warrior stumbled and fell down, because the branches she rested herself on started to tremble. The whole tree was pulsating, leaping and laughing at something.

“What is going on?” Rina asked.

However, looking at the bark of the tree bending in all directions and creaking, she didn’t keep serious for long and burst out laughing too. Suddenly, the tree became silent and looked grave again.

“Why do people have so many perplexing and confusing points of view?”

“I don’t understand what you mean,” the girl replied.

“You all want to do things and perceive things only by means of the learnt methods,” the tree continued. “The tale carved in my bark has appeared just for you, while you keep worrying how to read it. Look more attentively and you will find out from, the beginning till the end. Please, don’t read it the way you had been learnt to do, read it in some new ways,” the primaeval tree advised. The warrior wanted to ask what that new way of perceiving things was, but finally gave up.

“Don’t ask me if I know how to read the tale. My role is only to reveal to you what is to be revealed.”

The primaeval creature moved slower and slower, as if the inner sap gradually congealed inside of it.

“I am so tired, my dear. Forgive me, but I have to leave you. Good Luck in your journey!”

The girl leaned her head on the carved bark; her fingers were slipping through the rough crevices of the tale reaching the nooks of the secret letters; words touched Rina’s skin and went deeper into her. Three lost precious stones of The Abyss, once stolen out from the Depth, were hidden somewhere on the border of the known worlds. One of them went to the bottom of the dark, stormy ocean. A lot of sailors kept on looking for it, but without any success. The power of the lost precious stones made the sailors easily forgetful and lost, heading for nowhere until they met their own death. Rina didn’t know what the meaning of the lost precious stones was, but she knew now the direction of her journey. The jaguar appeared out of the blue again; ready to guide the warrior into the unfurling events.

(Photography by Sarolta Ban)