Kert seisis Lahemaa rahvuspargis, sügisene tuul tema juukseid sasis.

Kert stood in Lahemaa National Park, the autumn wind tangling his hair.

Vihm kallas alla nagu ämbrist, ja taevas välkus äikesevoolude kätte.

Rain poured down as if from a bucket, and the sky flashed with streaks of lightning.

Kert tundis end üksildasena, justkui kajana metsas kõmisevast välgust.

Kert felt lonely, as if an echo of the thunder rumbling through the forest.

Pärast äsjast lahkuminekut soovis ta leida meelerahu ja uue seikluse.

After a recent breakup, he wanted to find peace of mind and a new adventure.

Alar ja Liis olid rääkisid talle legendidest, et vanad runakivid paistavad salapäraseid tulesid pimedates öödes.

Alar and Liis had told him about legends where old rune stones appear with mysterious lights on dark nights.

Alar oli skeptik, kuid Liis uskus nendesse lugudesse, mille tema vanaema talle kunagi rääkis.

Alar was a skeptic, but Liis believed in those tales, which her grandmother had once told her.

Kert süütas taskulambi ja alustas teed läbi tiheda metsa.

Kert turned on a flashlight and started his way through the dense forest.

Temas võitlesid hirm ja uudishimu.

Fear and curiosity fought within him.

Mets oli paks ja sünge, puud heitsid pikkade varjude võrgustikku.

The forest was thick and gloomy, with trees casting a web of long shadows.

Vihma mängis tema näol, peites pisaraid, mis tahtmatult voolasid.

The rain played on his face, hiding the tears that flowed unintentionally.

Kuid mees läks edasi.

But the man went on.

Mida sügavamale metsas Kert läks, seda tugevam tundus vihm.

The deeper Kert went into the forest, the stronger the rain seemed.

Oksad krabisesid tema jalgade all.

Branches rustled under his feet.

Ta süda tagus kiirendatud rütmis, kui kuulis sähvatavaid välke enda ümber kajamas.

His heart pounded at a quicker rhythm as he heard flashes of lightning echoing around him.

Järsku paistis üksik valgus kauguses.

Suddenly, a solitary light appeared in the distance.

See ei olnud välgu kuma.

It wasn't the glow of lightning.

See oli midagi muud, midagi enigmatiivset.

It was something else, something enigmatic.

Kert peatus, vaatles hetkeks, kuid siis otsustas edasi minna.

Kert stopped, observed for a moment, but then decided to move forward.

Mõistus käsutas tagasi hoidma, aga süda juhatas edasi.

His mind ordered him to hold back, but his heart led him onward.

Kui Kert sisenes lagendikule, nägi ta seda - iidset runakivi.

When Kert entered the clearing, he saw it – the ancient rune stone.

See valgustas ümbrust õrna helendusega, võideldes tormise ööga.

It lit the surroundings with a gentle glow, fighting against the stormy night.

Kivi pind oli kaetud vanade sümbolitega, ja see kiirgas rahustavat sära.

The stone's surface was covered with old symbols, and it radiated a calming light.

Kert istus kivile lähemale ja tundis, kuidas rahu tema keha täitis.

Kert sat closer to the stone and felt peace fill his body.

Äike hakkas vaibuma ning vihm muutus vaikseks sabinaks.

The thunder began to subside, and the rain turned into a quiet drizzle.

Kert istus seal, kivi kõrval, ja lasi hirmul hääbuda.

Kert sat there, beside the stone, and let his fear fade away.

Kogu mets näis kui uuenenud, just nagu tema.

The whole forest seemed renewed, just like him.

Ta oli kohtunud oma hirmude ja pimeduse omadega, kuid tuli sellest välja tugevamana.

He had faced his fears and the darkness, but emerged stronger.

Kert tõusis püsti.

Kert stood up.

Kuigi torm oli lõppenud, jäi ruun kivile särama, nagu see teadis, et oli oma rolli täitnud.

Although the storm had ended, the rune on the stone remained shining, as if it knew it had fulfilled its role.

Metsast välja minnes tundis Kert end valmis uuteks väljakutseteks ning teadsis, et võib silmitsi seista tundmatusega mitte ainult metsas, vaid ka oma elus.

As he walked out of the forest, Kert felt ready for new challenges and knew he could face the unknown not only in the forest but also in his life.