Outside the room, Uras was waiting, wearing his long overcoat and wielding his Bürkut hilt sword. He was swaying anxiously on his heels, as if looking towards the stairs with equal impatience and fear. "This doesn't sound like much of a story, Uras, does it?" said a hoarse voice. "It doesn't look like it," replied Uras. Instead of answering, Tumaris ran ahead of him, descending the steps in twos. Uras quickly ran after Tumaris to follow him.Caught him downstairs. Only a faint light filled the common room. The hall was empty except for the two of them. Tumaris stood by one of the front windows, peering out, as if trying not to be seen. Uras opened the door a little and looked at the garden, then went to join Tumaris, wondering what Tumaris was watching. Tumaris muttered for attention, but moved for Uras to look too.
At first he wasn't sure exactly what he was seeing. A crowd of about three dozen Karagöl residents had gathered on the shore of Karagöl. Bilge had turned to them, his back to the lake. Ewin, Abigial, David were also there. "They will come to Karagöl soon," he shouted. Uras heard several voices from the crowd shout "You brought them!" and "It's your fault!" Uras. When someone elbowed Ewin, Ewin pursed his lips and gave him a sideways glance. "Those things didn't show up until you came. Karmas left Karagöl. And now you're going to cause the disaster for all of us." He muttered, but Ewin heard that, glaring at the man. Another shook his head. "You're a false wizard. We don't want any of your kind in Karagöl. The weak and false magicians only bring trouble. If you stay, you'll just bring more." His speech got no response from the assembled villagers and he frowned in disappointment, but as a fireball shot toward Ewin from the crowd, Ewin quickly blocked the fireball with his wand. "Get out of here, or we'll burn you," shouted the wise crowd. Dead silence fell apart except for the footsteps of a few feet as the men retreated when he sent a wave of force among them. The people of Karagol were not strong enough to resist if attacked. However, turmoil among themselves was always common. The man who spoke first got off to an uneasy start from lack of support, but quickly "Get out of here!" he shouted again, the crowd repeating weakly. Ewin looked at the others. The crowd was afraid to meet his eyes.
Suddenly, the woman who had spoken to Ewin last night emerged from the shadows, standing outside the crowd. The crowd took a step back and moved away from them. The woman plunged into the crowd. "Did you forget the duty of the people living in Karagöl, the descendants of that Tonka?" "They bring danger," another voice shouted angrily to the crowd.
The man half raised his right hand, then turned an angry gaze to her. "I can't deny that," he muttered, sounding embarrassed. "He helped me and the others," he continued, "but that was thousands of years ago. If the dark knight didn't come because of him, why did they come? We don't want to be a part of Tonka's downfall anymore. Let them keep their troubles away from us."
Several men shouted in the crowd. "We don't want any more trouble!" "Send it wise!" "Why did they come if not for him?"
The sage turned his vine-carved staff over his head with both hands. The sage's breath resounded like that of the villagers, as a hissing white flame flared from both ends of the staff, and it stood as straight as spearheads despite the spinning of the rod. The crowd turned away from him. The staff spread parallel to the ground, arms straight out in front of him, but the pale fire still blazed brighter than the torches. The crowd hesitated, raising their hands to shield their eyes from the pain of this brilliance.
The Sage's voice was not loud, but it drowned out all other voices. "Are you going to hide like cowards? Have you forgotten who you are? Have you forgotten what?" No one spoke. It seemed as if he never wanted to open their mouths again."In the south," said the Wise, "we had heard that black cavalry and shadows were roaming. They were after Tonka's bloodline. It's been like this for thousands of years. Thousands of years after the fall of Tonka, they will again in the South and now in the north, like all the ice people, they will destroy us all along with Tonka's bloodline. You have a heart to lose them, even to lose their memory. Cry because they lost their blood." Then he fell silent, but no one spoke. The sage was aware of the magic he had created. He spoke again. For thousands of years, those who followed the path of.
Uras and Tumaris watched the events on the shore of Karagöl until the end. When it was over, Tumaris said, "Uras, you will go too, right? As a guard." Uras bit his lips. "Yes, I carry a sword with a Bürküt hilt, I must protect them. I must honor my family." Tumaris started to play with the necklace around his neck. "I and my family have neither a family to honor nor the strength from the Sky God. We only have ancestors who once came from Ergenekon," he said. Uras took a step towards him. "One day we'll get back there thanks to Tonka's bloodline, and our suffering will come to an end, so I must go now." Uras didn't touch her, but took two deep breaths as if trying to inhale her scent. "We'll be back," Uras said in a whisper, and he tiptoed away from the hall. Uras grabbed the hilt of his sword and watched Tumaris go as his heart just pounded, feeling it pound.
Archer
Tumaris turned around to see that Uras was still watching her. When Uras looked out the window again, he saw that the crowd had dispersed. He could leave the hall now. He left the hall on the way Tumaris took. Tumaris was there, her golden hair lighting up the whole room. He wasn't even looking in her direction, but he was sure that she was aware of everything that was going on around her. "It might be useful," said Uras with exaggerated indifference, Tumaris fidgeted, trying to hide something under the red coat he was wearing. "I know what's out there," said Uras. Tumaris shifted uncomfortably in place. "So what's in there?" His voice sounded like a mockery.
"A bow," said Uras.
Uras frowned, showing that he had more than enough of Tumaris' taunts, then he sighed heavily and tossed back his cloak to reveal the bow. It was no ordinary arrow. The blue wolf symbol on the curved end of the bow and the blue feathers on the arrowheads made it as strange as the sword of Uras for Karagöl. Uras put his hand on the bow with a sense of familiarity.
"The legendary bow master Astar did this for a chieftain of the Kutsk people about two thousand years ago. Master Master made it from the branch of the great tree that lives in the Alltya mountains. It took great dexterity to even take a branch of the tree. He worked for months to turn the branch into a bow, but when it was finished, the bow and The arrows could not be delivered to their owners. Now they are here." Tumaris cleared his throat. "He gave it to me. The sage gave it to me. When he saw me practicing, he said I could have it." Uras raised his head. "When did he give it to you?" Instead of answering, Tumaris swept past him like a swan. "I'll practice," he snickered. Uras suddenly said, "That bow is a real weapon," said in a warning tone. "You've never used a bow and arrow except to stab a few haystacks." Uras' voice was cold as death, and his face was as hard as a chiseled tombstone. Tumaris grimaced and pulled his coat back over his bow. Uras looked at his feet and shuffled the small white stones on the floor with his toe. The silence between them was prolonged. "Tumaris is not like these old tales, the Sage gave you this bow and arrows for a reason." "I don't know, but it's mine now," Tumaris said in a sour voice. Uras "Do you believe him, Tumaris?" she asked. "So Bilge wants us to leave Karagöl and head to the East. Will we be safe in the East?"
Tumaris looked at Uras. He softly said, "I don't know, but he's right, in his speech tonight, he was right that we weren't safe. And last night they attacked here. Without the firewall, we would be dead long ago." Tumaris nodded to him. "We have to leave here," he said. "You should stay here, they are after the girl," said Uras. Tumaris shrugged. " This is not important. We won't be safe here when they come for him. Besides, I will agree with you, Bilge asked me not to tell this to anyone." Uras's stern expression showed a sign of surprise for the first time. Tumaris said, "I will leave a note for my father." He gave a small laugh to show me, "If he believed I was even considering going there, he would have locked me in."
"Yes, your father would certainly have done that," said Uras. "I know you didn't want me to come, but I must honor my family too. I wanted to be a guard." said Tumaris. "You don't even know what they are. That's why you're brave, but the black cavalry was really here."
"I do not know." Tumaris rubbed his forehead. "The Sage believes me. I should at least join you."
Suddenly, Sage appeared in the doorway. "Did he talk to you about this trip?" He was dressed from head to toe in black, the golden snake ring gleaming in his hand. Tumaris "I couldn't leave without telling my father." She pursed her lips for a moment before turning to Uras. "But I can't decide that one grade is not enough." Tumaris was thoughtful. The shadow of his long golden eyelashes was falling on his face. The wise man said, "This is the right one." Tumaris "Will they be safe?" The wise said, "They will be, they went to the East. "You two must find out what happened there, but you must survive and protect the girl along the way." Uras and Tumaris nodded simultaneously.