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He was flying, but he didn't know where. It seemed he hovered and the whole world was beneath. All of this because of a little wind. But despite of not great power it was able to carry and move his, after all, quite a huge body.He was watching the places he visited, recognising some of them. As a child, he had heard many tales about distant lands, yet he had never been able to visit them. Until now. Yet was it all real? His memories of previous life, before the flight, were not very clear. Home... But was it his home? A woman, young and beautiful... Perhaps his wife?
But again some invisible power took those memories away from him. He couldn't bother with them and he didn't know why. He was flying farther off. Places, the places he was passing were very important, at least some of them, but why?
Suddenly he landed. He was surrounded by trees. Strange trees, full of some power he couldn't describe. Unexpected ghosts appeared, human spirits, but not only, and began doing something. They began collecting stones, cutting trees, building. At least a mighty fortress rose on this place. Yes, he had heard about this place in legends. The Holy Forest and The Castle which took its place.
He had no time to watch the structure precisely because the invisible power captured him again.
He was flying farther and faster. There was no time to admire lands he was passing by. He landed again, in another place, on the top of the mountain this time. Some meeting was taking place here. Ghosts, or maybe not ghosts, were debating over something, but he couldn't hear a word. Then other spirits came. Some fight was going on here, than something disappeared and the meeting was over. And again the building of the castle has begun. Its name was whispered suddenly by the voice: it was the Bald Mountain. He was flying again, nowhere. Or maybe to some specific place. Could it have been a plan in this wind? But why did it show him all those places from legends and myths? Places the fairy tales told about? Could they have been real? Another mountain, but this time without living beings, totally empty, except for some strange sculptures. Maybe these were Gods? Yes, he could recognise them: Triglav ? proudly looking at his children. He didn't manage to see the rest, because the ghosts appeared again, destroyed the sculptures and began building once again. It was The Selza Mountain.
He was tired by yet another flight and another mystery, he wanted to come back home, but the wind didn't let him so. The journey wasn't finished yet. He landed on the lake shore. It was a very big lake, there were animals drinking water at leisure. It tasted well. He wanted to get closer, to ladle this life-giving substance which in strange way attracted him, but the wind didn't let him. Another scenes of destruction, ghosts arriving again, destroying this place and building another Castle.
The last stopover, he didn't know how he could know that, but he was sure that there was only one place more. He landed, looking around. He was probably in the temple. In the middle, there was a great figure of the powerful God Perun, Triglav's son. He stopped only for a moment and was taken away. He was flying again. He was flying on a meeting ? it was the the only information which appeared in his mind. Unexpectedly, everything began flickering and went out. Suddenly the light appeared.
He was standing in front of a huge gate. There was also another man standing who bowed his head before him.
'Welcome, Branim' he said. 'Almost everyone have come, you may enter. Don't worry' he smiled, 'it won't take long and you will soon be able to come back home'.
'Where am I?' he tried to induce the stranger to explain him the whole situation. 'What's going on?'
'Nothing, you have just become the chosen one. You should be glad because of that, but all answers you will get inside' he showed him the direction to go.
Without any questions Branim knew that he wouldn't learn anything more. He went the way shown by the stranger. He crossed the gate. There was a huge courtyard behind it. He went farther. In front of one of the buildings there was another man standing and waving to him, so Branim made his way towards him.
'Welcome, Branim' once again the same word and surely no explanations. He become nervous because of this situation. 'Please, come inside, there are the others and soon you will know the answers to your questions' and as the man before, he showed the direction.
'Thank you' Branim wanted to ask something, but the stranger didn't pay much attention to him, so he went farther.
He entered a splendid hall, where many people were standing, obviously waiting for something. He melted into the crowd and also started to wait for next events. There was a throne in the middle of the hall and somebody was sitting on it. Some old man. Branim knew he should have known him, but ho couldn't recall.
'Welcome everyone' the old man said. 'I hope you don't mind that I assumed this form not to frighten you, do you?'
In Branim's head a new thought appeared, another strange thought that someone directed to him, but was it possible? It was Triglav, one of the oldest Gods, but what could such a being want from him? 'Certainly, you wonder why I have called you here' the old man continued. 'You know who I am and you are interested in what I might want from ordinary people as you' he paused. 'I have chosen you for a reason. Because you are proper for my plan. As you know, long time ago my son Perun opposed me, defeated me and took my place. Now I want to get back what is mine'.
Branim was listening to the old man and looking at people who were here with him. He was wondering what they had in common with each other, what kind of special thing. It was difficult to asses after their look why they had been chosen. Not all of them looked as ordinary peasants, some of them had a lot of gold and jewellery on and that showed clearly they hold a high position in their society. 'But I need helpers to my plan. I have shown you five very important places you surely remember. They are holy. They are the places that were the sources of my strength and power. To restore them and my former power, they should be conquered and some special powerful ritual has to be done. Which of you will do it will, be showered with honours and wealth. He will be able to rule with me the whole world.
Was it possible for an ordinary man like him to achieve such a thing? The wealth, reign, all that every man could desire. 'One of you has to conquer all five Castles and built special structure that you will remember just after you leave this place. Each of you have a little different quest but it always leads to the same aim. There can be only one winner, so only the toughests and most intelligents have a chance. My enemies won't know what you are going to achieve, so there's no danger from their side. But the quest isn't easy. Whether I know you will manage. Now, go away.'
All flickered again and disappeared. Something happened, but Branim didn't know what. He was all confused, former memories and the present were mixed up. Suddenly everything was over.
He opened his eyes and saw he had been home. Dobrava, his most beautiful wife, was busy with breakfast It seemed she had gotten up earlier today. Was it all only a dream? He remembered it dimly, some details, some particular things...
He got up, came to his wife and kissed her lips to welcome her, sat near the table and suddenly he reminded himself everything clearly. He knew what he had to do, what from now on he would devote his life to - and he was sure he will be the winner and reach everything he has desired.
Suddenly he landed. He was surrounded by trees. Strange trees, full of some power he couldn't describe. Unexpected ghosts appeared, human spirits, but not only, and began doing something. They began collecting stones, cutting trees, building. At least a mighty fortress rose on this place. Yes, he had heard about this place in legends. The Holy Forest and The Castle which took its place.
He had no time to watch the structure precisely because the invisible power captured him again.
He was flying farther and faster. There was no time to admire lands he was passing by. He landed again, in another place, on the top of the mountain this time. Some meeting was taking place here. Ghosts, or maybe not ghosts, were debating over something, but he couldn't hear a word. Then other spirits came. Some fight was going on here, than something disappeared and the meeting was over. And again the building of the castle has begun. Its name was whispered suddenly by the voice: it was the Bald Mountain. He was flying again, nowhere. Or maybe to some specific place. Could it have been a plan in this wind? But why did it show him all those places from legends and myths? Places the fairy tales told about? Could they have been real? Another mountain, but this time without living beings, totally empty, except for some strange sculptures. Maybe these were Gods? Yes, he could recognise them: Triglav ? proudly looking at his children. He didn't manage to see the rest, because the ghosts appeared again, destroyed the sculptures and began building once again. It was The Selza Mountain.
He was tired by yet another flight and another mystery, he wanted to come back home, but the wind didn't let him so. The journey wasn't finished yet. He landed on the lake shore. It was a very big lake, there were animals drinking water at leisure. It tasted well. He wanted to get closer, to ladle this life-giving substance which in strange way attracted him, but the wind didn't let him. Another scenes of destruction, ghosts arriving again, destroying this place and building another Castle.
The last stopover, he didn't know how he could know that, but he was sure that there was only one place more. He landed, looking around. He was probably in the temple. In the middle, there was a great figure of the powerful God Perun, Triglav's son. He stopped only for a moment and was taken away. He was flying again. He was flying on a meeting ? it was the the only information which appeared in his mind. Unexpectedly, everything began flickering and went out. Suddenly the light appeared.
He was standing in front of a huge gate. There was also another man standing who bowed his head before him.
'Welcome, Branim' he said. 'Almost everyone have come, you may enter. Don't worry' he smiled, 'it won't take long and you will soon be able to come back home'.
'Where am I?' he tried to induce the stranger to explain him the whole situation. 'What's going on?'
'Nothing, you have just become the chosen one. You should be glad because of that, but all answers you will get inside' he showed him the direction to go.
Without any questions Branim knew that he wouldn't learn anything more. He went the way shown by the stranger. He crossed the gate. There was a huge courtyard behind it. He went farther. In front of one of the buildings there was another man standing and waving to him, so Branim made his way towards him.
'Welcome, Branim' once again the same word and surely no explanations. He become nervous because of this situation. 'Please, come inside, there are the others and soon you will know the answers to your questions' and as the man before, he showed the direction.
'Thank you' Branim wanted to ask something, but the stranger didn't pay much attention to him, so he went farther.
He entered a splendid hall, where many people were standing, obviously waiting for something. He melted into the crowd and also started to wait for next events. There was a throne in the middle of the hall and somebody was sitting on it. Some old man. Branim knew he should have known him, but ho couldn't recall.
'Welcome everyone' the old man said. 'I hope you don't mind that I assumed this form not to frighten you, do you?'
In Branim's head a new thought appeared, another strange thought that someone directed to him, but was it possible? It was Triglav, one of the oldest Gods, but what could such a being want from him? 'Certainly, you wonder why I have called you here' the old man continued. 'You know who I am and you are interested in what I might want from ordinary people as you' he paused. 'I have chosen you for a reason. Because you are proper for my plan. As you know, long time ago my son Perun opposed me, defeated me and took my place. Now I want to get back what is mine'.
Branim was listening to the old man and looking at people who were here with him. He was wondering what they had in common with each other, what kind of special thing. It was difficult to asses after their look why they had been chosen. Not all of them looked as ordinary peasants, some of them had a lot of gold and jewellery on and that showed clearly they hold a high position in their society. 'But I need helpers to my plan. I have shown you five very important places you surely remember. They are holy. They are the places that were the sources of my strength and power. To restore them and my former power, they should be conquered and some special powerful ritual has to be done. Which of you will do it will, be showered with honours and wealth. He will be able to rule with me the whole world.
Was it possible for an ordinary man like him to achieve such a thing? The wealth, reign, all that every man could desire. 'One of you has to conquer all five Castles and built special structure that you will remember just after you leave this place. Each of you have a little different quest but it always leads to the same aim. There can be only one winner, so only the toughests and most intelligents have a chance. My enemies won't know what you are going to achieve, so there's no danger from their side. But the quest isn't easy. Whether I know you will manage. Now, go away.'
All flickered again and disappeared. Something happened, but Branim didn't know what. He was all confused, former memories and the present were mixed up. Suddenly everything was over.
He opened his eyes and saw he had been home. Dobrava, his most beautiful wife, was busy with breakfast It seemed she had gotten up earlier today. Was it all only a dream? He remembered it dimly, some details, some particular things...
He got up, came to his wife and kissed her lips to welcome her, sat near the table and suddenly he reminded himself everything clearly. He knew what he had to do, what from now on he would devote his life to - and he was sure he will be the winner and reach everything he has desired.