A few months later, a young shepherd was herding his sheep. One of them suddenly sprinted at full speed towards the distant mountain range.
He chased after it, shouting, but the sheep did not stop. The boy was confused and surprised.
That sheep was the oldest one and should not have been able to run like that anymore, yet it did right in front of his eyes.
It ran as if its life depended on it until it disappeared into the mountains. He followed it inside.
He walked a few kilometres into the mountain range. The path was rough and uneven, and following the sheep's trail led him to a cave hidden behind two mountains.
It was dark, and he couldn't see clearly, but the darkness was pushed away by golden light.
He came to a large cave filled with tall, lush trees, grass as tall as he was, and flowers as beautiful as the fairest maiden.
However, what caught his attention the most was what lay in the centre of this cave. A massive egg, pitch black in colour.
