A figure rode on a stag, its form towering as it crossed the grass plains. The figure seemed to be wearing armor and was covered with a hood.
There were some dried bloodstains on his armor as he sat steadily on the back of the stag.
In the sky above him, the sun hung high. However, what was easily notable were the two animals in the sky — a raven with pitch-black wings and a squirrel with scarlet fur. These two creatures seemed to fly circles around the man.
The man was naturally Damon.
He had been traveling for days. After some days, he had finally made it back onto the golden roads.
And luckily for him, he had also healed most of his wounds.
He still had quite a journey if he was going to make it back to his village. But that was fine.
There was a thin smile under his face. He wondered how his village had changed over the years. Were the people from his childhood still there?
