Sleep Well!
Night descended upon the village, wrapping it in a cloak of serene darkness. The only sounds that pierced the stillness were the distant hoots of owls and the soft whispers of the wind through the trees. The usual cacophony of village life had retreated into the shadows, leaving behind an eerie calm that seemed to amplify the quietness of their little haven.
Theo lay on a fur-covered pallet, his eyes staring up at the thatched roof. His thoughts raced with the events of the day: the fierce battle, the loss of comrades, and the promise he made to Salina. Despite the warmth of the blankets and the gentle snores of his companions, sleep remained elusive. The weight of his newfound responsibility sat heavily on his shoulders, turning his mind into a tumultuous storm of 'what ifs' and 'what nows'.