Other World 24

Third Person's POV

The young lad continued his journey northward, the fading light of the sun casting long shadows across the landscape. The chill of the approaching night was already beginning to seep into the air, and the young lad pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders as he rode. The road stretched ahead, winding through dense forests and across rolling hills, the terrain becoming more rugged the further north he traveled.

As dusk settled in, the young lad noticed a soft glow in the distance, flickering through the trees. It was unusual to see a light so far from any village, and curiosity got the better of him. He urged Sable, his trusty steed, toward the light. The path was narrow, almost overgrown, and the trees on either side seemed to close in, their branches twisting together like skeletal fingers. The sense of isolation grew, but so did the young lad's determination to uncover the source of the light.