The gate to Onesi Valley CHAPTER III
I recall the water was cold, transparent, but filled with bubbles. It was dark, for the sun was already setting, but Miràlah's hair turned bright, becoming like a beacon of light to us in those depths troubled by turbulent currents. At one point I could not see anymore. Miràlah's flame seemed to have been suddenly quenched. I felt lost and disoriented, unable to guess how deep those waters were, nor by which creatures were they inhabited. Soon thereafter, though, my fear vanished: the temperate warmth of Miràlah's hands clasped my arms and guided me to surface.
Now all four of us were inside a cave, throughout the whole of which danced the flickering glimmers of waving waters. Behind us lay the waterfall and, before us, an alder gate, richly histor
