Narnijos rainis

Previously

…“What is that?” Jonas whispered. Laima’s glow flickered. “I do not know. But it is following us.” The black balloon grew closer, and Mikutis saw that it carried no basket, no ropes. It was just a dark sphere, silent and menacing. A cold wind swept over them. “We need to land,” Jonas said. “Now.” He pulled the release valve, and the balloon began to descend. But the black sphere kept pace, hovering above them like a storm cloud waiting to break. Mikutis’s heart pounded. The story was not over. It was far from over.