Alhambra skinnede i vinterens klare lys.

Alhambra glistened in the clear winter light.

Søren og Klara gik hånd i hånd gennem de gamle gange.

Søren and Klara walked hand in hand through the ancient corridors.

Tårnene ragede højt mod den blå himmel.

The towers rose high against the blue sky.

Det var næsten jul, og byen sov stadig, roligt under det tynde tæppe af vintersne på Sierra Nevada.

It was almost Christmas, and the city was still asleep, peacefully under the thin blanket of winter snow on Sierra Nevada.

Søren havde sit store kamera med.

Søren had his big camera with him.

Han ledte efter noget specielt at fange.

He was looking for something special to capture.

Klara holdt kortet.

Klara held the map.

Hun kiggede rundt med et smil, men i hendes indre sitrede en lille gnist af uro og spænding.

She looked around with a smile, but inside her, there was a small spark of unease and excitement.

De snublede over en gammel dør.

They stumbled upon an old door.

Den var ikke på kortet.

It wasn't on the map.

"Skal vi?"

"Shall we?"

spurgte Søren, med øjne som skinnede af eventyr.

asked Søren, with eyes shining with adventure.

Klara tøvede.

Klara hesitated.

"Er det sikkert?"

"Is it safe?"

spurgte hun.

she asked.

"Kom nu, bare et hurtigt kig," lokkede Søren.

"Come on, just a quick look," coaxed Søren.

De trådte ind i kammeret.

They stepped into the chamber.

Vægge fyldt med gamle inskriptioner åbenbarede sig for dem, og der var mærkelige mønstre på gulvet.

Walls filled with ancient inscriptions were revealed to them, and there were strange patterns on the floor.

Luften duftede støvet og hemmelighedsfuld.

The air smelled dusty and secretive.

Klara så på Søren.

Klara looked at Søren.

Hans øjne var store, fyldt med beundring.

His eyes were wide, filled with admiration.

Søren begyndte at tage billeder.

Søren began to take pictures.

Klara kunne mærke en ny energi i det gamle rum.

Klara could feel a new energy in the old room.

Pludselig trykkede Søren på en sten i væggen ved et uheld.

Suddenly, Søren accidentally pressed a stone in the wall.

En dyb brummen lød, og gulvet begyndte at ryste.

A deep humming sounded, and the floor began to shake.

"Vi må ud!"

"We must get out!"

råbte Klara.

shouted Klara.

De skyndte sig mod døren, netop som voksende lyde fra mekaniske skramlen fyldte kammeret.

They hurried towards the door, just as growing noises from mechanical clattering filled the chamber.

De nåede tilbage til sikkerhed, først ude, mens døren langsomt lukkede bag dem.

They reached the safety outside, just as the door slowly closed behind them.

De dirrede af adrenalin.

They trembled with adrenaline.

Søren holdt kameraet tæt.

Søren held the camera close.

Klara så på ham med et nyt lys.

Klara looked at him with a new light in her eyes.

"Du fandt din historie."

"You found your story."

Hun grinede, mere befriet end før.

She laughed, more liberated than before.

De rapporterede deres fund til myndighederne.

They reported their find to the authorities.

Historikerne blev begejstrede for deres opdagelse.

Historians were excited about their discovery.

"En tabt del af Alhambras historie!"

"A lost part of Alhambra's history!"

sagde en arkæolog begejstret og takkede dem.

said an archaeologist excitedly, thanking them.

Søren, fyldt med ny inspiration, fordybede sig i sine fotos.

Søren, filled with new inspiration, immersed himself in his photos.

Klara følte sig for første gang i lang tid fri.

Klara felt free for the first time in a long while.

Hendes trang til eventyr var blevet næret.

Her longing for adventure had been nourished.

De gik hånd i hånd ud af paladset, forbundne på en ny måde.

They walked hand in hand out of the palace, connected in a new way.

Den kolde luft fyldte deres lunger, og de så hinanden i øjnene, klar til hvad end livet ville bringe som de gik mod julen sammen.

The cold air filled their lungs, and they looked into each other's eyes, ready for whatever life would bring as they approached Christmas together.