His father had disappeared weeks ago when she appeared on the doorstep of his parents’ house. If you could call the shack a house at all. The shabby little wooden hut in the green foothills of the Southern Carpathians on the course of the Arges River had been falling into disrepair for decades. Why Radu’s parents had decided to raise their son on this godforsaken piece of land was a mystery to the boy. The soil was not particularly fertile and difficult to cultivate. Field work turned out to be a real backbreaking job. For a boy, there was little variety here, if you disregarded the adventurous terrain of the swampy foothill forests. But these were Radu’s whole happiness.
Want to read more?
Subscribe to legendofgardyan.net to keep reading this exclusive post.
