Guardians of the Misty Hills

Malina had always known that there was something unusual hidden in the forest behind their house. Every morning, she would see the mist lazily crawl between the trees, creating tunnels and corridors that no one noticed but her. One chilly morning, she and her ten-year-old brother Tymon ventured deeper than usual, feeling a growing curiosity. In silence, they stepped over the soft moss until suddenly Tymon tripped over something hard. - Look! - he called out, picking up a small brass compass. The pointer did not move in any direction, instead spinning restlessly. Suddenly it shot straight east and, like magic, never stopped again. - 'This must be a sign,' whispered Malina, feeling a thrill of excitement. They set off following the compass, which led them deeper and deeper, until the trees began to thicken and the light of the pale sun almost disappeared. Suddenly the mist parted in front of them, revealing steep Hills they had never seen here before. At the top of the highest hill they saw a huge stone gate all overgrown with ivy. As they came closer, a figure emerged from the mist - a tall boy with emerald eyes and a cloak woven from leaves. He smiled mysteriously. - I have been waiting for you,' he said. - The Guardians of the Misty Hills can no longer be alone. We need your help. Malina and Tymon looked at each other, their hearts pounding like hammers. What was hidden behind the stone gate? Who was the mysterious boy? And were they really ready to become Guardians? At that moment, the gate began to open slowly, and a blue light shone from within it, shining into the mist around them....