Külm tuul puhus läbi Metsauri varemete, kui kolm last — Katrin, Taavi ja Maarika — astusid ettevaatlikult vana kivisillutise peale.

The cold wind blew through the ruins of Metsauri as three children — Katrin, Taavi, and Maarika — cautiously stepped onto the old stone pavement.

Lumi krudises nende jalgade all nagu isa mälestuste vaikne kaja.

The snow crunched under their feet like the quiet echo of their father’s memories.

See koht oli olnud nende isa lemmikpaik, tema juttudes täis saladusi ja mineviku varjundeid.

This place had been their father's favorite spot, full of secrets and shades of the past in his stories.

"Siin see on," ütles Katrin, vaadates üle lumega kaetud varemete.

"Here it is," said Katrin, looking over the snow-covered ruins.

Ta tundis vastutust oma õdede-vendade ees, otsustanud nendega isa pärandit jagada.

She felt responsible for her siblings, having decided to share their father's legacy with them.

"Taavi, Maarika, me peame end kokku võtma.

"Taavi, Maarika, we need to pull ourselves together.

Siin on midagi, mida ta alati tahtis, et me leiaksime."

There is something here that he always wanted us to find."

Taavi vaatas ringi skeptilise pilguga.

Taavi looked around skeptically.

"Kas poleks parem oodata kevadet?" küsis ta.

"Wouldn’t it be better to wait for spring?" he asked.

"Talv teeb selle koha palju ohtlikumaks."

"Winter makes this place much more dangerous."

"Aga see on nüüd või mitte kunagi," sõnas Maarika.

"But it's now or never," Maarika declared.

Tema silmad särasid uudishimust ja soovist osa saada isa armastusest ajaloo vastu.

Her eyes shone with curiosity and a desire to partake in their father's love for history.

Katrin noogutas ja hakkas edasi liikuma, hoolimata Taavi murelikust pilgust ning Maarika väsimusest.

Katrin nodded and began to move forward, despite Taavi's worried glance and Maarika's fatigue.

Nad liikusid aeglaselt, vahel libisedes jäätunud kividel, aga teades, et isa oli siin alati leidnud rahu.

They moved slowly, sometimes slipping on the icy stones, but knowing that here, their father had always found peace.

Lõppude lõpuks, nad tahtsid meeles pidada mitte ainult isa, vaid ka üksteist.

After all, they wanted to remember not only their father but also each other.

Päike hakkas loojuma, kui nad jõudsid varemete südamesse.

The sun began to set as they reached the heart of the ruins.

Kõrged sambad, kaetud lumega, seisid vaikides, justkui ajatu valvurid.

Tall pillars, covered with snow, stood silently, as if timeless guardians.

Kuid siis, Maarika hüüd pani nad peatuma.

But then, Maarika's shout stopped them.

"Vaadake, mis see on?" ütles Maarika, viidates lumest paljastuvale kivile.

"Look, what's that?" said Maarika, pointing to a stone emerging from the snow.

See oli ukselävi, mille sees väikene avaus.

It was a doorstep with a small opening inside.

Kagutades seda taskulambiga, nägid nad midagi, mis nägi välja nagu vanaaegne medaljon või amulett.

Shining a flashlight into it, they saw something that looked like an old medallion or amulet.

"See peab olema see," sosistas Katrin põnevusega.

"This must be it," Katrin whispered excitedly.

"Isa rääkis sellest alati oma juttudes."

"Father always talked about it in his stories."

Pöörasime medaljoni ümber.

They turned the medallion over.

Seal olid imetilluke graveering, võib-olla iidne sümbol, mida nende isa nii väga armastas.

There was a tiny engraving, perhaps an ancient symbol, which their father had loved so much.

See leid toob neile korraga nii rõõmu kui kurbust, meenutades nende ühiseid seiklusi ja isa armastust avastamise vastu.

This discovery brought them both joy and sadness, reminding them of their shared adventures and their father's love for discovery.

"Ma arvan, et me peaksime selle siia jätma," ütles Katrin lõpuks, olles saanud arusaama ja rahu isiklikust missioonist.

"I think we should leave it here," said Katrin finally, having gained understanding and peace from her personal mission.

Nad asetasid amuleti tagasi auku, kaetuna õhukese lumevaibaga, justkui nad sulanduksid üles päevaga.

They placed the amulet back in the hole, covered with a thin blanket of snow, as if they were blending it with the passing day.

Südametest rahulikud ja tugevamana tagasiteele asunud, tundsid nad, kuidas nende vanemate kingitus nendega igavesti jääb.

Feeling peaceful and strengthened in their hearts, they began their journey back.

Nad tundsid, kuidas nende vanemate kingitus nendega igavesti jääb.

They felt how their parents' gift would stay with them forever.

Katrin õppis, kui oluline on olla kannatlik ja mõistev, Taavi nägi uues valguses seikluse mõtet, ja Maarika leidis oma identiteedi lüli oma isa ajaloolise armastusega.

Katrin learned the importance of patience and understanding, Taavi saw adventure in a new light, and Maarika found her identity linked to her father's historical passion.

Nad naasid koju, tunda jõuluaega tähistades ja teadmisega, et koopereeritud ala nad olid jätnud oma isale sümboolselt pärandiks.

They returned home, celebrating the Christmas season with the knowledge that the coordinated area they had left symbolically belonged to their father.

Varemetelt leitud medaljon oli justkui isa armastuse ja mälestuste kaja nendega sel jõulude ajal.

The medallion found at the ruins was like the echo of their father's love and memories with them during this Christmas time.