Bjorn had to flee his home village in the Scandinavian forest to escape the people pursuing him. He rushed through the dense foliage, feeling the crunchy litter under his feet. The wind played with his hair, and the silvery rays of the moon illuminated his path through the dark thickets. Bjorn's heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it wanted to jump out of his chest. But he did not give up, firmly intending to run to the very border of the forest. And so, when it seemed that his strength was leaving him, in the distance on the top of the mountain a dim light began to blink.