SADO legend
Taste the legend in every drop
Escaping the czar's wrath and sure death from his gendarmes, young hero, Nyk Sado, was swiftly climbing the Carpathian heights. He reached the top, and kneeled from fear and exhaustion. I can't he whispered, as he fell. His strength abandoned him in rivulets of blood, his sword dropped out of his hand. His eyes fell shut.
A starry night descended on the forest, and in no time concealed the mountain under the cloak of calm. The peace and warmth of this mid-summer evening gave the young hero strength to open up his eyes. His saw a flame, and then a slender frame, dressed in long robes, propped by a staff.
"Who are you?" Nyk inquired and reached to grab his sword.
"My name means little, but what matters is the choice!" His words like thunder echoed through the hills. Before the hero could reply, the man continued. "I'll save your life," he said, "but in return, you'll take my place, and guard these hills forever." Nyk slowly rose, picked up his sword and stared at the fire.
"Agreed!" He said and sheathed his weapon. The man picked up his staff and fiercely struck the ground. A spring burst forth, its crystal clear waters reflected the illustrious glow of the starry sky. Young hero kneeled and took a drink, and then another. His wounds began to heal, his strength was hastily returning. "But wait, how can..." The hero began to ask, then stopped. The man was gone, and so was the fire. And all that since remained was the bright spring with its majestic waters. The hero has since lived, and so has the legend...
A starry night descended on the forest, and in no time concealed the mountain under the cloak of calm. The peace and warmth of this mid-summer evening gave the young hero strength to open up his eyes. His saw a flame, and then a slender frame, dressed in long robes, propped by a staff.
"Who are you?" Nyk inquired and reached to grab his sword.
"My name means little, but what matters is the choice!" His words like thunder echoed through the hills. Before the hero could reply, the man continued. "I'll save your life," he said, "but in return, you'll take my place, and guard these hills forever." Nyk slowly rose, picked up his sword and stared at the fire.
"Agreed!" He said and sheathed his weapon. The man picked up his staff and fiercely struck the ground. A spring burst forth, its crystal clear waters reflected the illustrious glow of the starry sky. Young hero kneeled and took a drink, and then another. His wounds began to heal, his strength was hastily returning. "But wait, how can..." The hero began to ask, then stopped. The man was gone, and so was the fire. And all that since remained was the bright spring with its majestic waters. The hero has since lived, and so has the legend...
