Vihm sadas peenikeste tilkadena, kui Maret, Priit ja Katri jõudsid Kaali meteoriidikraatri servale.

The rain fell in fine droplets as Maret, Priit, and Katri reached the edge of the Kaali meteorite crater.

Õhk oli jahe ja puud ümbritsesid neid kuldkollaste värvidega, kuma läbi udu.

The air was cool, and the trees surrounded them with golden hues, their glow permeating the mist.

Mihklipäev, sügise pidu, andis end tunda, kui nad hakkasid laskuma kraatrile.

Michaelmas, the autumn feast, made its presence felt as they began their descent into the crater.

"Maret, oled kindel, et see artefakt tegelikult eksisteerib?"

"Maret, are you sure this artifact really exists?"

Priit küsis, surudes maha järjekordse ohke.

Priit asked, suppressing yet another sigh.

Ta vaatas oma õde, kes oli sihiks seadnud leida legendi järgi tervendav jõud, mis võiks päästa tema haiget õde.

He looked at his sister, who was determined to find the healing power from legend that might save their sick sibling.

"Jah, pean uskuma.

"Yes, I have to believe.

Meil pole teist võimalust," vastas Maret kindlalt, hoidmata silmi eemal kraatri keskpaigast.

We have no other option," Maret replied firmly, her eyes fixed on the center of the crater.

Katri, nende juht, astus ettevaatlikult sammu edasi, justkui kuuldes midagi, mida teised ei saanud.

Katri, their guide, stepped forward cautiously, as if hearing something the others could not.

"Mu vanaisa rääkis, kuidas tõeline tee ei ole nähtav.

"My grandfather used to say the true path is not visible.

Peame usaldama tunnet ja seda, millesse usume," ütles Katri madala häälega.

We must trust our instinct and what we believe in," Katri said in a low voice.

Põõsad varjasid osaliselt vana kivistruktuuri, samblas ja varjus.

Bushes partially concealed the old stone structure, covered in moss and shadows.

Tee oli kitsas ja libe.

The path was narrow and slippery.

Maret tundis, kuidas tema süda lööb ärevalt; iga samm võis neid viia lähemale tema unistuste artefaktile.

Maret felt her heart beat anxiously; each step could bring them closer to the artifact of her dreams.

Priit takerdus ühe kalju taha, pomisedes vihaselt enda ette.

Priit stumbled over a rock, muttering angrily to himself.

"See on tõeline hunnik kive!

"This is a real pile of stones!

Kuidas see peaks aitama meie peret?"

How is this supposed to help our family?"

Maret ei vastanud.

Maret didn't reply.

Tema mõtted olid keskendunud ees ootavale ülesandele.

Her thoughts were focused on the task ahead.

Katri peatus järsku, tõstes käe, et neid peatada.

Katri suddenly stopped, raising her hand to halt them.

"Ees on kaks väravat," ütles Katri, viidates kahe kivikaare suunas nendes varjutatud metsades.

"There are two gates ahead," said Katri, pointing to two stone arches within the shadowed woods.

"Üks võib viia teie poole.

"One may lead to your goal.

Teine hukatuse."

The other to doom."

Maret hindas mõlemat teed.

Maret assessed both paths.

Vasakpoolne oli suurem ja rõhutas legendide tunnusmärki, mille ta mäletas raamatutest.

The one on the left was larger, emphasizing the mark of legends she remembered from books.

"Ma usaldan Katrit," otsustas Maret lõpuks.

"I trust Katri," Maret decided finally.

Priit hingas sügavalt.

Priit took a deep breath.

"Vähemalt teeme selle otsuse koos."

"At least we make this decision together."

Vaiksel hetkel, kui nad otsustasid, tõusis tuulepuhang, pillates maha veel lehti.

In the quiet moment as they decided, a gust of wind rose, scattering more leaves.

Nad sisenesid parempoolsest väravast, hoides kokku.

They entered through the right gate, sticking together.

Tee oli käänuline ja täidetud varjudega, kuid nad jõudsid ruumi, mille keskel oli vana altar.

The path was winding and filled with shadows, but they reached a chamber with an old altar at its center.

Artefakt oli seal, hõõgumas pehme valgusega.

The artifact was there, glowing with a soft light.

Maret astus ette, pühkides tolmukihi eemale.

Maret stepped forward, wiping away a layer of dust.

„See pole ainult tervendamiseks,” mõistis ta järsku.

"It's not just for healing," she suddenly realized.

Kodu naastes arvas Maret, et artefakt ei muutnud tema õde ootamatult terveks, kuid see andis talle jõudu ja lootust.

Upon returning home, Maret found that the artifact didn't magically cure her sister, but it gave her strength and hope.

Priit hakkas rohkem uskuma müütidesse ja legendidesse.

Priit began to believe more in myths and legends.

Nad mõistsid, et tõeline jõud peitub nendes sidemetes ja usus, mida nad teekonnal võitsid.

They realized that true power lay in the bonds and faith they gained on their journey.

Nii lõppes nende seiklus, mitte ainult artefakti leidmise, vaid ka tugevnenud perekondliku sidemega.

Thus ended their adventure, not only with the finding of the artifact but also with a strengthened family bond.