Chapter 54

• Gwen's POV
• Holding my hand against my chest, my pulse matched the beat of our strides, enlivened by a combination of expectation and fear. Moving toward the charmed dell, my eyes were fixed on the arising figure, a mix of interest and mindfulness painting my demeanor. The enchanted that encompassed this spot appeared to part before him, as though nature itself recognized his appearance, uncovering his presence with a demeanor of veneration.
• He encapsulated a distinct difference against the dale's background, a young fellow whose eyes held an insight that extended past his years. His structure showed up slim, practically skinny, as though life's preliminaries had made some meaningful difference upon him. His clothing, a mosaic of surfaces and varieties, discussed a day to day existence lived on the edges of both human progress and wild.