Other World 28

Third Person's POV

The young lad's journey had taken him far and wide, but something within him stirred restlessly, urging him to explore more of the world before returning home. The west, a region he had yet to visit, beckoned him with its mysteries and untold stories. After his recent experiences, he felt a pull, an almost magnetic attraction to what lay beyond the horizon.

As the sun began to rise, the young lad stood on a cliff overlooking the vast expanse of land that stretched toward the western regions. The air was crisp and cool, carrying with it the scent of pine and earth. Sable, his loyal steed, snorted softly beside him, sensing the excitement that buzzed within his master. The young lad reached out to pat Sable's neck, his fingers brushing against the horse's sleek, black mane.