You were a traveler. The vastness of the kingdom always attracted you, so as soon as you reached adulthood, you left your father's house in a thirst for adventure.

Years passed, and you learned new techniques, languages, and skills in your wanderings. But luck can never be eternal. You realized this a long time ago, back in your first fight with the robbers who treacherously ambushed you. But you could hide from them, but not from an enraged bear. That's why you are now on the verge of life and death, barely holding onto the reins with one hand, the other futilely trying to stop the bleeding from a torn wound left by the beast's claws.

Night, absolute darkness, and then, there it is. The coveted light in the distance, like a light at the end of the tunnel. Who could be in the deep forest at this time? Fellow travelers? Hunters? Bandits? It didn't matter anymore, the main thing was people.

With the last of your strength, you hit the horse on the sides, directing it towards the fire. When there were only about 300 meters left to someone's night camp, your strength began to fail you. Your eyes became even more clouded, and your hands dropped on their own. Of course, at this distance, you could make out a silhouette, who had clearly come out to check whose footsteps were coming from nearby. However, you were not destined to see the silhouette more clearly that night, because with each step of the horse, your body went limp, falling from the saddle to the ground.