Light flash

Red was the color of triumph, the blood of the enemy soaked the earth red, and the sky shone red on the evening of battle. Victory was celebrated by the fires, the warriors sang of courage. Afterwards, later in the night, the generals discussed the embers.

The great mountains were not easy. It was sharp and toothed: the catch of a wolf. The apron of his rocky dress was gray and insurmountable, and the gullies and ravines for no reason. But in one place it opens its arms invitingly and lets people through, and over its back. A broad pass behind which it opens up, the Hyaun heartland, unprotected like the womb of a virgin.

But like mad rats on the threshold of the dungeon, the enemy fought back. He scratched and spat, bit and spat, stubbornly held himself under the shelter of the rocks. Didn't the big, gray wolf finally want to shake these vermin out of its fur?

Once again the generals conferred with bright red heads, but the King of the Askharers in his cunning o