Narnijos rainis

Previously

…But as they approached, a shadow rose from the gate. It had no shape, but it spoke with many voices, like a chorus of whispers. "You who stole the seed must give something in return. The balance demands a price." Mikutis's whiskers trembled. "What do you want?" The shadow swirled. "A memory of flight, a dream of the sky, or a promise never to fly again. Choose, or the gate will close forever, and the old guardians will consume the stars." Mikutis and Jonas exchanged a long look. The air grew heavy, and the purple light flickered. The shadow waited, patient and cold.