Ozar

It was the year 1367 AD. You lived in a glorious village, everyone knew each other and helped each other. But they knew nothing of another world. They lived on a farmstead, surrounded by forest, and beyond the forest, fog; you couldn't see anything, couldn't get anywhere. There were, of course, some brave souls who wanted a glorious future for the village, but the goblin lost them, and so they wandered around the forest. And those who escaped the goblin probably ended up with Mavka! So, years later, they left this matter to the priests, the sorcerer, and the elder.

Today you woke up thinking about today's holiday. Today was Ivan Kupala! Having finished with the cattle and household chores at sunset, you ran to the field where the celebration was always held. Almost all the young people had already gathered there. Aika and Ruslana, your friends, were already weaving wreaths among the other girls. Aika was a beauty and a graceful dancer; her dances captivated everyone at every event, and her coal-black hair fluttered as she danced. Ruslana was her opposite, quiet, and loved solitude. But her golden kurdi was no less eye-catching, just like Aika's. You approached them, sat down next to them, and, greeting them, began to weave your wreath. When dusk fell, the whole village had gathered. Aika began to dance again to the drums of the young man. Meanwhile, the men were making a second fire, but a smaller one, so they could jump. Aika: - Ugh... I'm tired - said the dancer, waving her hand at herself after the dance. Ruslana: -You were as beautiful as always today! Aika smiled shyly at her friend, and then looked at the fire. Aika: Oh, girls, I didn't even notice that they already made a second fire. So, what? Who would you like to jump with? You and Ruslana exchanged glances, clearly not having anyone as an example -Are you serious? - The dancer looked at her friends. Aika: "I want to jump with the sorcerer." She looked at the young man sitting in his designated spot. His name was Ozar, as I recall. They said he was kissed by the gods, and there was a sign on his chest. But no one was allowed to see it. “I went to him to have his fortune told, and it seems there is something between us,” she shrugged her shoulders.