Walking along the famous “spiralling road” across its hilly landscape, you can not avoid noticing the increasing speed of your heartbeat. It was not long ago that you received the invite - and you can still freshly feel the surprise of what the messenger told you;
“Dear Shepherd. The rumor has spread about your travels. I would thus like to invite you to my cabin, to hear from you, and to share some of my own.
Follow the spiraling road towards east, and you will see my humble abode atop a hill where the grassland meets the mountains. With kind regards,
The Orxplorer"
Used to reside close to waters, this is the furthest inland you have ever been. But, glancing out across the vast greens stretching as far as your eyes can see, you feel oddly at home.
Facing back towards the winding road, you excitingly notice that you’re finally able to get a glimpse of your destination. On top of a hill surrounded by towering clouds it firmly stands:
The House on The Hill
Walking on the stone path leading up to the house, you see smoke coming out the chimney of the small wooden cabin. Coming closer towards the house, you can barely spot the bricks on its slanting roof under the thick layer of moss. A slight grin spreads across your face watching the beautiful pink flowers that grow against the walls around all sides of the house.
Walking up towards the grand wooden door, you take a deep breath before collecting the courage to alert the resident of the house of your presence…
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK…*
You wait a couple of seconds, before again bringing your hand up towards the door…
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK…*
Suddenly hearing a noise coming from the bushes behind you, you quickly spin around to see…
A dear friend!!
You run up to give your friend Flora a huge hug - careful not to damage its delicate petals. What a happy surprise! You give out a loud chuckle, seeing its orxplorer disguise. However, turning back towards the house, you can not make sense of the absence of your inviter…
Looking towards the side of the house you can see one window left ajar. “I’m a lot of things, but a burglar is not one,” you think to yourself as you sit down in the grass beside Flora.
