All your life, you’ve lived in the quiet, picturesque village of Greenthistle. Nestled in a valley where the hills roll endlessly and the skies seem to stretch forever, it’s a place of calm and routine. The cobblestone streets are lined with quaint shops—selling fresh bread, hand-stitched clothing, sturdy shoes, and even the occasional weapon for those who dare to dream of adventure. . Yet, no one truly explores beyond the boundaries of the village.

Beyond the horizon, on an island by the shore, stands the grand castle of the king and queen. They are watchful protectors of the land, ensuring its safety,

Tradition rules the village: women marry young and raise families, while men till the fields and tend to the livestock. As a child, you rebelled against these expectations, dreaming of something greater. But as the years passed, you began to see the charm in simplicity. Perhaps life doesn’t need to be grand or complicated.

You wished your childhood friend, Macallister, could see that. Once inseparable, the two of you grew up sharing dreams and secrets under the ancient willow tree But Macallister’s heart has always yearned for the unknown. He speaks of far-off lands, distant cities, and the adventures waiting beyond the sea. You once hoped he might marry you, that he might one day choose you over his wanderlust. But it seems his heart belongs to the horizon.

Every year, a troop of brave knights passes through Greenthistle, parading their glory.

As the dawn approaches, you find yourself at the edge of the village, standing at the docks where the knights’ boats are moored. The soft murmur of waves is broken only by the rustle of sails and the faint clatter of armor. And there he is—Macallister, his pack slung over his shoulder,

He turns and sees you, his expression shifting from surprise to guilt. “Don’t tell,” he pleads, his voice low but urgent. “You can’t. How about…you just come with me?”

He was planning on escaping, using the boats to do it