Third Person's POV
In the heart of the woods, where ancient trees stood as sentinels and the air hummed with magic, the young lad lay in a deep slumber. He was nestled in a bed of soft moss, surrounded by the dryads, who watched over him with anxious eyes. His journey to rescue the dryads and restore balance to the forest had taken a heavy toll, and now he slept, his mind lost in a labyrinth of dreams.
Callis, stood beside Rai, his delicate features etched with worry. He placed a gentle hand on his forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin and the steady rhythm of his breathing. "He is deeply asleep," Callis said, his voice tinged with sadness. "But I do not know when he will awaken."