: Kelly Johnson
: The Arctic Fox's Dream
: Kelly Johnson
: 9783691114935
: 1
: CHF 10.80
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: Fantasy
: English
: 156
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The Arctic Fox's Dream follows Luma, a young arctic fox living in the icy expanse of the north, where the shimmering northern lights light up the sky with their magical dance. One night, as she gazes up at the aurora, Luma feels a deep longing for something beyond her familiar, cold world. While her family and fellow foxes are content with the simple rhythms of life, Luma dreams of distant lands with warm sun, lush forests, and new adventures. Inspired by the stories of her ancestors, she feels an undeniable pull to venture into the unknown, to seek out the mysteries that lie beyond the snowy hills. As she sits under the celestial performance, Luma makes a silent promise to herself that one day she will follow the call of the lights and explore the world beyond, where her own story awaits to be written.

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Chapter 3: The Old Walrus's Tale


The journey to the icy cliffs was longer and harder than Luma had anticipated. The snow, deep and powdery, clung to her legs with each step, slowing her progress and sapping her strength. The wind was merciless, a constant companion that bit at her ears and nose, howling around her like a restless spirit. Sometimes it came in sharp gusts that nearly knocked her off her paws, and other times it sighed mournfully, tugging at her fur as if trying to persuade her to turn back.

But Luma pressed on, her head low against the wind, her breath coming in soft white puffs. There was something about the quiet beauty of the world — the way the sunlight caught in the drifts and turned them into fields of glittering diamonds, the way the horizon seemed to hum with mystery — that kept her moving forward. Every step felt heavy in the snow, but it also felt right, as if she was following a path meant only for her.

She sang little songs to herself as she walked, tunes her mother had taught her as a cub to keep the cold from creeping too deep into her bones. She thought of the old tales too — of brave foxes and great journeys — and each memory was like a small lantern, lighting her way across the endless white.

Hours passed, and the light grew thin, painting the world in soft blues and silvers. Luma’s paws ached with the cold, and her stomach grumbled, but her heart stayed light, buoyed by excitement. The world was vast, just as she had dreamed, and she was finally, truly in it.

After what felt like a lifetime wrapped in snow and wind, Luma finally reached the towering cliffs that marked the boundary between her homeland and the unknown. They rose sharply from the earth like ancient giants, jagged and weathered by countless storms, their faces carved with deep cracks and shadowed crevices. The tops of the cliffs disappeared into a thick mist that clung low to the sky, swirling and shifting as if it were alive.

Below the cliffs, the ice stretched out into the sea, broken into great floes that drifted on the dark, endless water. The air here smelled sharply of salt and old stories — tales older than any living fox, carried across the waves and locked in the frozen stones.

Luma stood in awe, her heart hammering in her chest. She had made it. She was here, at the very edge of everything she had ever known.

And it was here, at the foot of these towering cliffs, that she first saw him.

She had been so focused on the cliffs and the vastness of the sea that she almost missed the large shape resting near the rocks. At first, she thought it was just another drift of snow piled high against the stones, but something about it was different — too solid, too deliberate.

Curious, Luma crept closer, her small paws silent against the snow.

As she drew nearer, she saw the shape more clearly: the massive figure of an ancient walrus, his huge body partially dusted with snow. His tusks gleamed like ivory under the