The Mystery of Crystal World. Chapter #1. Page 6.

Anastasia Lukomskaya
Chapter #1 (continue) Page #6.

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Ivan sensed a scent of fire,
Saw a figure in the sky
That was Dwarf the wild; the mire
Gave him birth, he was so wry.
In Dwarf’s arm - a magic staff was,
He was stopping over it,
With its help he had an access
To the portals, let us wit.
In his silvered beard there were
Pieces of some spider’s braiding,
So he sat without a stir.
In the greenish shabby dressing.
His eyes black, his face is bleak,
He’s the owner of the crystals,
Neither old or young, his freak
And the portal’s only wizard.
Ivan’s route put him to rage
As the Mushroom showed him passes,
To the glade was hurrying mage,
Dwarf made out some cruel hassles
Let him go down to the glade
But the fear would embrace him
And the mage would run and fade
In the world of deadly changes.
If wise Mushroom helps again,
Ivan doesn’t yield to fear,
Then strong Guard will soon obtain
Power over our hero.
Ivan wouldn’t pass the port
Guarded by the mighty creature
He would fail to quickly solve
A sly puzzle from the keeper.
If the solves the puzzle then
It will turn soon worse than ever:
From his madness leads no way,
He will not break out from ever.
There’s Elf who meets him soon,
He will drive the hero crazy,
That’s the reason for the bloom
Of the glade to be amazing.
Then wise Mushroom won’t save him
Even if it does unreal!
So the enemy was strict,
It was quite a deadly deal.
And Dwarf’s figure seized by night
Disappeared in the darkness,
Ivan shouldn’t have begun
The risky way, that’s full of hazards.

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