A story inspired by this photo provided by Madison Woods.
Find the spring above Narakkal canyon; you will know what to do. Kardahni’s words echoed through Cerhit’s skull like a wolf howl off the canyon walls.
After six days of following the great river to its western origin, he stopped. Exhausted and aching, he crouched and drank the cool spring water. As he fell back against the rock, an object, half buried in the leaves, flashed at him — a gold medallion, fiery to touch despite the cold water.
A flash of memory coursed through him! Or was it the future?
Symbols. A map. Yes. He knew what to do.