In the western barren land, inside a small village, a group of young kids not older than twelve stood anxiously as they looked in the direction of the village head.
Each of them sucked in a cold breath, their chests rising and falling. Today was one of the biggest days in their lives, and they couldn't wait to begin that journey.
*Creak!*
As the kids anxiously waited, the door to the village head opened slowly, and an old man with gray, sparse hair stepped out, followed by a group of people.
Some of them were young, while some were old, but they all had one thing in common—an anxious look on their faces.
Dressed in old, tattered clothes, with calloused hands from dozens of years spent on the farm, the group looked at the kids in the distance and put on forced smiles.
"I know how you're all feeling. But you must all remember what we've told you and never forget," the Village head said in a stern voice.
