Olli Hegre [best] — Ivan

Years later, after Olli's passing, Ivan felt an insatiable urge to follow in his grandfather's footsteps. He sold his belongings, packed a small bag, and set out into the world. His destination was a mysterious place his grandfather used to talk about—a hidden valley, deep in the heart of a distant mountain range, known as Hegre. A place of breathtaking beauty, where the air was sweet with the scent of flowers, and the water was as clear as crystal.

Ivan set his sketchbook on a flat stone and began to draw. He didn’t just trace lines; he felt the mountain’s pulse, the shifting of its peaks, the flow of the luminous river. The ink on his page seemed to move with the same slow, deliberate rhythm of Hegre itself. ivan olli hegre

Ivan’s workshop smelled of ink, pine sap, and old parchment. He had spent the better part of a decade drawing every road, river, and ridge of the kingdom of Loria. Yet there was one blank spot on his largest wall map—a dark, jagged shape that no one had ever been able to chart. Years later, after Olli's passing, Ivan felt an

“Who seeks the heart of Hegre?”

And then, one morning, as the sun rose over the peaks, casting a golden glow over the landscape, Ivan caught his first glimpse of it—the valley of Hegre. It was more beautiful than he had ever imagined. A lush paradise, teeming with life and color, where a river flowed gently through the center, its source and end unknown. A place of breathtaking beauty, where the air

Ollie tilted his head, his eyes glinting like twin stars.

Ollie gave a delighted bark, and the mountain’s voice softened.