Other World 29

Third Person's POV

The young lad had traveled far from the peaceful village, venturing deeper into the unknown lands of the western regions. The landscape changed as he went, with the open plains giving way to dense forests that grew darker and more mysterious with each passing mile. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and moss, and the towering trees seemed to close in around him, their branches twisting and turning like gnarled fingers.

He rode Sable through the forest, the horse's hooves making soft thuds against the moss-covered ground. Despite the tranquility of the forest, the young lad couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. There was a tension in the air, a subtle hum of energy that set his nerves on edge.