~ Third Person's Point of View ~
Alharzor waved his hand as Miniah and the old man watched them from distant. He gulped as he looked away when his father swivelled the steed.
"Hold tightly, Alharzor. It will be a long run for you." spoke his father who held the rope to control and give orders to the raven horse.
The little man tilted his head and replied, "Yes, father. This long quest has begun on this day."
By then, all day they have trekked while at night, they stopped and rested the entire twilight until the sun rose.
The weather was too bright during days while too cold at night which has made Alharzor embraced himself. "Father," he called the man who put woods to the fire. "Who created the fire?"
Abruptly, a basic yet humorous question came out from the little man's mouth. He narrowed his eyes as his father turned his head and replied, "Such a clever question, son!" He burst into laughter as he lent the meat to him.
