“Please save me, I’m still alive!” Eryndor woke up at once. He wondered where the voice was coming from. He tried hard to configrate but couldn't find anyone nearby except his companions horese and eagle on the branch of the tree near the bank of a river. The cool shadow and pleasant breeze touched to his face and fell aspleep. During a sweet nap, he heard the voice: "Please, save me, I'm alive!"
This time the voice was clearer and optative in tone. He at once woke up and looked around to find the speaker, but he found no body. He look deep into the water and disturbed badly. The choked and filthy water of the river made him upset. He reflected the voice that made him feel the prick of his conscience. Eryndor returned back to the town and tried to see the elderly townspeople and pleaded, "The river is not just a source of water or a place of recreation, it is a living being that has sustained us for thousands of years." "What are you talking about? Do we not perceive it?" "You know very well, but the point is that you have not realized the urgency of the situation." "Thanks for your information." people reacted curtly. Please do consider on what I want to say." Eryndor deplored. "My point is that not only the people but the animals and birds depend upon its water. We must learn to respect and care for it, or we will lose it forever." The ancient river Aurorin flowed majestically through the heart of Cap Town, its very presence a testament to the passage of time. For thousands of years, it had nourished the land, quenching the thirst of the people, animals, and crops that relied on its waters. It was a source of their livelihood. The townspeople revered the river much, recognizing its strength, dignity, and wisdom. People used to gather on its banks to fish, swim, and marvel at the breathtaking scenery. The river's beauty and significance were deeply ingrained in the town's culture, and its wisdom was cherished by all. They would alos come to celeberate their rituals and offer their special prayers. As a symbol of pride and identity, the river Aurorin stood as a constant reminder of the town's rich history and its enduring connection to the natural world. But for the a few years, they have been ignoring its survival as it should be. This was alarming! As the town's population swelled, the people's appreciation for the river Aurorin's bounty began to wane. Their negligence had devastating consequences, severely impacting the river's natural flow and beauty. Houses and factories sprouted along the riverbanks, spewing pollutants into its waters. The once-pristine river transformed into a receptacle for waste, its clarity and purity dwindling. Eryndor's eyes widened in horror as he grasped the magnitude of his mistake, his mind racing frantically to find a way to undo the damage. His body trembled with regret as he stumbled backward, in such trasfixed situtaiton, his eyes fixed on the chaos he had unleashed, his thoughts consumed by a singular longing to turn back time at any cost. The townspeople's decision to build a dam for the production of electricity further disrupted the river's natural flow, altering its course. The river's once-lively currents slowed to a trickle, its banks lined with trash and abandoned factories, while the few remaining fish swam listlessly in the murky waters, their scales coated with a film of grime and oil. If left unchecked, the negligence would wreak havoc on the river, threatening the very existence of this precious natural resource. They had overused its resources, taking more water than it could sustain. The more they developed the land the more they made the situation worse. As the years went by, the river began to dry up, gurgling and melodic flowing of water disappeared. The ecosystem was badly damaged. The animal life attached to it began disappearing. It could no longer support the colourful fish and other colourful aquatic life that had once thrived in its waters with abundance. The once-lush fields surrounding the riverbed now turned to wither and golden, their parched earth cracking beneath the unbearbale scorching sun. The crops' brittle stalks snapped in the gentle and pleasant breeze, like nature's own dying lament. In the town, furrowed brows and worried glances replaced the usual warm smiles. The townspeople's restless pacing and hushed whispers betrayed their growing unease, as the reality of their actions already sank in: the river's gentle gurgle had slowed to a mere trickle, its stinking waters clotted with trash, receding like a dying breath. One day Eryndor happened to visit a clinic and met with many patint who were suffering from Respiratory issues due to waterborne pollutants. They had got skin problems from bathing in contaminated water. Thier negligence increased cases of waterborne illnesses and rosy faces of kids lost thier attraction; strange rashes or lesions appeared on thier skin. A sense of alarm and desperation gripped the community at once. Timely wisdom of Vicky's words infused a new spirit into the townspeople, and they decided to address the issue and got ready to take necessary action immediately. They set up a committee to rehabilitate the grandeur of the river. They chalked out a plan to clear up the pollution, remove the dams, and limit water usage. They visited schools and organized seminars on the importance of the river's original existence. "It's high time to remedy our follies and save the environment," they declared. Rules and regulations were formulated to preserve the river's vitality. Thus, their utmost efforts to highlight the importance of education in driving this mandatory transformation began. They successfully educated future generations about the importance of preserving the river and its ecosystem. As the townspeople's efforts bore fruit, the river began to flow majestically once more. Its water became clean and clear, and fish and other aquatic life thrived in its lush flow. The crops flourished, and the townspeople could once again enjoy its beauty. Though the river's water couldn't speak, its transformation conveyed a powerful message to all, revitalizing the situation and teaching the people to respect and care for the natural resources that sustain them. They grasped the idea just in time, recognizing the urgency to preserve their precious heritage and culture for future generations. The town's population growth served as a catalyst, highlighting the importance of river conservation and prompting action before it was too late. It's crucial to instill the value of natural resources and their role in our lives in the next generation, ensuring their continued preservation. Eryndor effectively conveyed his message, urging the townspeople to reflect on their actions and their consequences. He aptly emphasized that learning from mistakes is crucial to environmental protection. By instilling environmental values in the youth, Eryndor inspired a sense of responsibility and stewardship, paving the way for a sustainable future of the community. His efforts ensured that the next generation would prioritize the preservation of natural resources, securing a brighter future for all. Now it's time to Eryndor's departure, and nobody wished him to go away: "And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep," by Robert FrostAs Eryndor rode through the lush, green, dense woods, lost in thought and bound for another adventure, he felt a pang of sadness and gloominess after leaving Cap Town. Yet, on the other hand, he was quietly satisfied on his accomplishment knowing he had inspired the townspeople to think differently and take action to save their natural environment. Amidst his introspection, his horse nudged him to linger awhile beneath the canopy of shady Banyan and other trees.Suddenly, Eryndor's reverie was interrupted by a soft whisper nearby. 'Living for fifty years under this expansive blue sky, I often recall what my grandfather once told me: "You're not just a tree," he had beamed at me, just before he was felled ten years ago.The whispering was so clear as the voice stirred a sense of nostalgia and wisdom in Eryndor, interrupting his preoccupation. He tried to focus his mind to discern the speaker's identity, but found himself unable to grasp a meaningful conclusion about the conversation. T
Eryndor's gaze drifted, lost in thoughts, as he stood on the windswept beach, the salty air whipping his hair into a frenzy, fluttering in the air. He dismounted his horse and stood watching for a moment, his eyes following the soaring form of his loyal companion eagle as it rode the updrafts high above the beach.His steps were heavy but relaxed as he walked towards the shore, the cries of seagulls, diverted his attention, filling the air. His mind reflected on his last accomplishments in the woods, and his eyes narrowed, focusing on the plume of smoke rising from a mountain in the distance - the rugged silhouette of Corallina Island beckoned him, set against the vast expanse of sea water.Eryndor discovered that the valley was called Corallina. "How can I reach Corallina?" Eryndor wondered and helpless. As he gazed across the beach, he was captivated by its breathtaking picturesque grandeur, nestled among towering dense trees, babbling and running brooks, and serene sea surrounding
Lirien's heart raced as she shouted, "This gentleman is a spy of Arinthal! Grab him, he is a villain!" The crowd fell silent, horror struck, with all eyes on the accused. Lirien's words a bridge of convecition that spanned the chasm of doubt, leaving everyone quite astonished.Eryndor knew well that she was decoying to trap the men among them who were working for Arinthal. A ray of hope sprout as one of them stepped forward, his voice grinned with inquiry, "How have you come to know?" Lirien's eyes lit up with triumph – it was him, the Arinthal agent. "I saw him handing a map to Arinthal" Lirien exclaimed.But another voice, "Who knew it well?" added another upset and turmoil. The situation teetered on the brink of collapse. Just as all seemed lost, another voice intervened, revealing two burly figures who pushed Eryndor to the ground with his full might. Grunts and groans filled the air as the three towering fingers grappled, arms locked in a fierce struggle to overcome one another.
As Eryndor traversed the lush green landscape, the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft gurgle of the river Kunhar accompanying him, he chanced upon a breathtaking sight- a sight of an eye sore. A grove of sturdy oaks, their long branches intertwined, stretched towards the sky, beckoning him to rest awhile.The village of Nestle, with its lush green fields and vigilant farmers, lay nestled within the embrace of the oaks, like a bird in its nest. The name seemed fitting, as if the village had grown organically from the land itself.The farmers' industrious clatter and preoccupation and the sweet songs of birds filled the air with mystic touch, while the mesmerizing tickle of the waterwheel provided a soothing background symphony. Eryndor felt a deep sense of tranquility wash over him, a stark contrast to the rugged terrain he had traversed thus so far.As Eryndor entered the silent village, he was met with a sea of appalled faces, their expressions shockingly hostile. He hadn't expecte
“Wow! What a cool and soothing caress of morning breeze!" Eryndor's eyes fluttered open, revealing a peaceful and contemplative gaze into the depth of a brilliant blue sky.Under the bright day, a few wispy strands of white clouds gently caressed the long boughs of coconut trees, swaying rhythmically beside the tides of the beach, where the gentle lapping of the water's edge serenaded his ears with a soothing melody of waves and chirping of the birds, feasting on the fruits of the beach trees, accompanied by the sweet, joyful cackling of seagulls.“How marvel is everything!” For a moment or so, he remained still, basking in the moment's rare tranquility, savoring the serene atmosphere's sweetness.As Eryndor stood beside the sea cliffs, the salty spray carried on the wind, suddenly, his loyal companion, the eagle swooped down, its wings beating rapidly, and landed beside him, its piercing gaze locking onto Eryndor's. The eagle's persistent presence broke Eryndor's reverie, and he could
"We'll unleash the wild power of the ocean,' he vowed. 'The whales will be our loyal allies in this final crusade.' When Eryndor was laying out his plan before Stephen, who listened intently, his eyes widened in alarm. The fisherman's concern grew as he grasped the potential risks: if the pod of whales was larger than their expectation; their lives would be in jeopardy. A giant whale, accompanied by its comrades, could trigger a massive blow, far greater than they had anticipated. Eryndor with the help, of a seasoned elderly man, Stephen, with a whisperer device, designed a scheme to summon a pod of whales to the coast. As the majestic creatures would converge on the shore, their massive presence would create a very strong whirlpool, serving as a powerful deterrent to the oil drilling workers. The elderly man's eyes twinkled with determination as he explained the plan to Eryndor. 'We'll show them the true power of nature,' he said. 'The whales will be our allies in this fight.'
"Eryndor, can we step on that glacier?" one of the boys asked, seeking Eryndor's approval.Driven by Eryndor's quest for nature and fueled by the vigour of youth, Eryndor's spirit reflected his age and vitality. His ambition and passion for mountain explorations often led him to these majestic landscapes, where the beauty around him inspired him to push beyond the ordinary path of life.With a heart full of wonder and a mind full of curiosity, Eryndo's words would reveal his spirit to do something extraordinary.Now, he sat basking in the warm sun on a bench, surrounded by ten fellow juveniles, all of them revelling in the breathtaking view of the snowcapped peaks before them. Their enthusiam was high but it lacked maturity and vigilence."Which one?" Eryndor replied offhandedly.The boy pointed to a glacier that seemed within reach, but Eryndor knew better."Not exactly, but we can try to get a closer look and enjoy the hike," Eryndor said, indulging the boy's curiosity.A debate ens