Regndråberne trommede let på de gamle ruder, mens klassen stod i Kronborg Slot.

The raindrops pattered lightly on the old panes as the class stood in Kronborg Slot.

Det var en efterårsdag, og skyerne hang lavt over Helsingør.

It was an autumn day, and the clouds hung low over Helsingør.

Mikkel, Astrid, og Freja gik sammen gennem slottets lange, kolde gange.

Mikkel, Astrid, and Freja walked together through the castle's long, cold corridors.

Mikkel havde hørt om legenderne og de gamle konger, der engang havde boet her, og han ønskede at dele sin viden.

Mikkel had heard about the legends and the old kings who once lived here, and he wanted to share his knowledge.

Men han var nervøs.

But he was nervous.

Idet gruppen nåede indgangen til en gammel hall, lagde Mikkel mærke til en dør, de andre havde overset.

As the group reached the entrance to an old hall, Mikkel noticed a door the others had overlooked.

Den så gammeldags ud og lokkede med et løfte om hemmeligheder.

It looked old-fashioned and beckoned with a promise of secrets.

"Skal vi gå derind?"

"Should we go in there?"

spurgte han stille, men resten af klassen havde allerede travlt med den officielle rundvisning.

he asked quietly, but the rest of the class was already busy with the official tour.

Astrid skubbede blidt til ham og hviskede: "Kom nu, Mikkel.

Astrid nudged him gently and whispered, "Come on, Mikkel.

Vis os, hvad der er derinde."

Show us what's in there."

Freja så nysgerrigt på ham.

Freja looked at him curiously.

Hendes stille opmuntring hjalp.

Her quiet encouragement helped.

Han trak vejret dybt og åbnede døren, der knirkede, som om den ikke var blevet åbnet i mange år.

He took a deep breath and opened the door, which creaked as if it hadn't been opened in many years.

Inde i det dunkle rum opdagede de gammelt rustningsudstyr og et stort gobelintæppe, der hængte på væggen.

Inside the dim room, they discovered old armor and a large tapestry hanging on the wall.

Mikkel begyndte at fortælle om de gamle slag og historier fra krigstid, som han havde læst.

Mikkel began to talk about the old battles and wartime stories he had read.

Han talte med en sikkerhed, han ikke vidste, han havde.

He spoke with a confidence he didn't know he had.

Astrid lyttede opmærksomt.

Astrid listened attentively.

"Det her er perfekt til min historieopgave," sagde hun begejstret.

"This is perfect for my history assignment," she said excitedly.

Freja fandt en gammel medalje i hjørnet og delte sin observation stille, men med klarhed.

Freja found an old medal in the corner and shared her observation quietly but with clarity.

"Måske er det en af de mistede kongemedaljer."

"Maybe it's one of the lost royal medals."

Da de kom ud, stormede vinden over voldene og bragte en frisk duft af havsalt med sig.

As they came out, the wind howled over the ramparts, bringing with it a fresh scent of sea salt.

Mikkel følte sig let som den løv, der blæste over slotsgården.

Mikkel felt as light as the leaves blowing across the castle courtyard.

Astrid smilede taknemmeligt.

Astrid smiled gratefully.

"Tak, Mikkel.

"Thank you, Mikkel.

I dag lærte jeg noget nyt.

Today I learned something new.

Du er ikke kun vores ven, men også vores guide."

You're not just our friend but also our guide."

Freja nikkede og tilføjede: "Din fortælling gjorde oplevelsen levende.

Freja nodded and added, "Your storytelling brought the experience to life.

Måske er du en historiker i dag."

Maybe you're a historian today."

Mikkel strålede.

Mikkel beamed.

Hans frygt var væk.

His fear was gone.

Sammen havde de opdaget noget usædvanligt, og han havde fundet sin stemme.

Together, they had discovered something extraordinary, and he had found his voice.

Det var ikke bare en tur rundt om Kronborg.

It wasn't just a tour around Kronborg.

Det var en rejse, der bragte dem tættere sammen.

It was a journey that brought them closer together.

Mikkel indså, at viden, når den blev delt, var en rigtig skat.

Mikkel realized that knowledge, when shared, was a true treasure.