...Through the morning fog to the brighten waterfalls she walked as a fairy among hundred-years-old threes, looking for a stone from which she will take a life-making water to wet she's beautiful face. Wildly stamping of the windy hoofing became closer and closer and finally the strong and wild hero with a darken look showed up. One look make it both as a stone sculptures... Darken shadows on thunder horses persecute the hero with pulled out flame-swords, and they catch him on the stone-spring. They rise up they flame-swords under his head... then, only the girls SCREAM was heard...