Part 1 - Epilogue

They were breathing deeply and jerkily. Fearing that the chase would follow them, Nea peered into the depths of the dark waters.

"They can't follow us," - Costa guessed. – "It's a one-way portal."

But Nea was no longer interested in the bottom of the well, her eyes clung to the floating clock on the chain, from which Constantine took the stone. Silver, round clock engraved "Gaar". They just hypnotized her. She looked at Costa, and he wanted to disappear or soar up into the open space.

- "How did you get my grandfather's watch?"

Costa hesitated, her grandfather strictly forbade to tell the granddaughter that he was there, where they had just escaped. On the other hand, he couldn't lie to his best friend. He decided to tell the truth, hoping that everything would be all right.

- "They gave me Arthgadern. The old man from Avernas."

- "You know very well it's my grandfather! I can see in your eyes that you know everything!" - Nea said harshly and grimly. – "So is he in there?"

- "Well..."

- "He stayed there?"

- "Apparently..."

- "How could you not tell me that?"

- "You wouldn't! Yes, and your grandfather was forbidden to speak to you!"

- "He was there in DANGER!"

- "Yes! And it's his choice! My task was to bring you back," – Constantine said firmly.

- "You should have told me! We had to save him!"

- "We couldn't make a sound! I couldn't tell you anything!"

- "But you could have written..." cried Nea, but she stopped. She remembered something about a handwriting... A handwriting that she found so interesting! She took out a wet paper, on which the ink was spreading, and a beautiful sweeping handwriting slowly dripping into the well water. Nea started to cry. How did she not immediately recognized the handwriting of his grandfather! How she left him there alone! She was angry at Costa for his silence. She was angry with her mother, who knew everything and was silent! She was angry with her grandfather for not letting her make her own choice. She was angry with herself for not understanding at once that she did not remember the stories of her grandfather, which he had told her since childhood. After the lake she immediately recognized – the Lake of souls. Her grandfather often told her this story. It turns out she knew Avernas Like the back of her hand.All the stories told by my grandfather, merged into one – in the history of her family, her people, her world...

- "I have to go back! I have to go back there!"