Chapter 21(Harry and the Mysterious Cave)
Despite all his father's efforts, Harry was kidnapped by the devil. Unfortunately, Ares couldn't help it and Harry came face to face with death.
Meanwhile, a hunter who was watching what was going on around had shot the demon right in the heart using a blue magic arrow.
It was like a thin line of fate.
Now Harry was fighting for his life all alone on the side of a desolate and cold mountain.
Harry fainted from fear and the pain of hitting the ground when he fell, but the fainting wouldn't last long.
It was almost dusk when he woke up, and Harry was on the verge of hypothermia from the extreme cold.
He had to find a very urgent source of heat or death was inevitable.
Harry knew this. His father had taught him survival skills even at an early age, told him what to do in difficult situations and warned him and his surroundings.
Perhaps all these teachings were for this purpose. Nothing was for no reason or in vain. Harry was now alone and had to do whatever he could to get out of here.
He stood up.
A long road, like a cave, appeared before him. There could be predators inside and there was no place to find a warm place outside the cave. The only solution was to enter this cave and find a fire source and create it if necessary.
His cold hands and feet were about to succumb to hypothermia, and it was as if the numbness was spreading throughout his body.
He entered the cave.
What a terrible thing it was for a small child to resist all this and try to survive. Not everyone could show this determination and effort.
It was pitch dark inside, it was evening, and the sun had disappeared.
At this moment, Harry heard a roar from inside. Fear had overcome the hypothermia and all of Harry's hope was now fading.
Chapter 22(Life and Death)
Harry realized that the source of the sound was coming from a distant place.
He urgently needed to overcome his fear and not stop trying.
He found a hiding place among the rocks to his right. The sound source pointed to a bear, and Harry could hide among these rocks.
He went in and hid.
Harry had stepped right into the heart of the heat when he needed to search for a source of heat. His hiding place was safer and warmer than the other feathered places. The voice was getting closer and closer to him.
Harry was praying to God. There was nothing left for him to do. It was the right thing to do. After doing all his hard work and what he was going to do, one should trust him. One should not lose faith for a moment.
The bear rushed out of his side and left.
The danger seemed to have been averted for the moment.
He had fallen asleep from exhaustion and the warmth of the rocks he had sheltered in. He needed to rest.
The hypothermia was getting better and he was about to get over the tiredness.
How bad it was for all this to happen to a child. Faith and determination had been given to Harry by God, perhaps as a reward.
The desire to reach his father and village, whose fear had been erased from his body, had now become more dominant.
It was the next day. Harry had to find food. For water, he could melt the snow he found around and drink it. He wanted to get out of the rocks where he took shelter.
When he lifted his head, he realized that there was no sound and no sign of life in the surroundings.
The bear obviously hadn't been here very long and hadn't made a nest.
He started walking.
There was a dead deer inside. Last night it was obviously bear food.
This was a good sign.
All he had to do was make a fire, cook the leftover meat from the deer, and heat water.
But there was nothing around to light this fire.
Harry fell into thought.