Other World 27

Third Person's POV

As he stepped outside, the village was quiet, the snow-covered ground glistening in the early morning light. The cold air was crisp and refreshing, and the young lad took a deep breath, feeling a sense of renewal. The village was still, but there was a new sense of hope in the air, a feeling that perhaps, just perhaps, things would get better.

The young lad began to walk through the village, his boots crunching in the snow. The villagers were just beginning to stir, emerging from their homes with cautious optimism. A few of them waved or nodded to the young lad as he passed, their expressions grateful. He returned their gestures with a small smile, feeling a warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with the fire.