The Journey of a Novice
the Edge
the rush of modernity. Nestled between rolling hills and dense, whispering forests
ame sun dip behind the hills each evening. The scent of fresh-baked bread from the bakery, the distant laughter of children playing near the old oak
f familiarity, something deep
h ordinary lives. The world outside Willowbrook called to her in ways she couldn't expla
had made h
morning she
ght of
dge of her small bedroom, her backpack packed with the essentials: a change of clothes,
ep b
elf lined with stories of great explorers, the small window that overlooked the tow
eyond be so vast and consuming that the
the thou
lyn, had been up since before dawn, preparing a small bundle of food for Emily's journey. He
he asked, his voice stea
. I don't know where the road wi
y's ear. "Just promise me you'll be safe," she said, pressing a sm
he lump in her th
off. Oliver, her childhood best friend, stood with
't you?" he asked,
iled. "O
but said n
ne last moment in the town that had sha
Steps into
ke a ribbon unraveling into the unknown. As Emily took her first steps beyond
out here-fresher, wilder, filled with the scent of pine and earth. Birds called from
eamed of seeing-Verdant Hollow, where the rivers ran silver in the moonlight; the Misty Peaks, where lege
s stretched endl
traps of her backp
nd Dete
nd. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting patterns on the gr
de the rig
f she
s never meant
she remembered the way her heart had ached whenever she looked beyond Willo
n't turn
y taken the first step
rip on the map and
nger on
Emily spotted a figure in the distance. A traveler, dressed in a w
curious, Emil
s, his face weathered by years of travel. He stu
ad," he said,
before answering
e to rest. Nightfall isn't far off, and
eatening-made her trust him. She sat acros
on the roa
y no
ell. There's a look in the e
e fire. "Do you ever get u
mitted. "But that's the beauty of it. If you knew exact
d, lingering long after the fire h
r beyond the hills, beyond the
first time,
the who