Four Months Later
It had been four months since Alex and his family began their journey toward the Forgotten Lands. The journey had been long and arduous, but their spirits remained high. The carriage, pulled by two sturdy horses, creaked along the uneven path. Thrain sat at the front, holding the reins, his eyes scanning the horizon. The landscape had changed from the familiar fields and forests to a more rugged and wild terrain, signaling their approach to the Forgotten Lands. The trees were taller, their branches intertwining to create a canopy that blocked out much of the sunlight. The air was filled with the scent of pine and damp earth, and the occasional call of a distant bird broke the silence.
