300. Village Of Vale

The sun rose steadily, casting its golden glow over a vast, green landscape. A village nestled between a dense forest and a winding river came to life with the gentle morning breeze. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers. Birds chirped melodiously, adding to the peaceful atmosphere.

By the riverbank, a young girl walked barefoot, carrying a clay pot to fetch water. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, swaying slightly with each step. Her blue eyes gleamed with innocence, and her pale skin looked even more radiant under the morning sun.

As she reached the water's edge, she knelt down, dipping her pot into the cool stream. She hummed softly, a familiar village tune echoing through the air.

Suddenly, her song was cut short.

Her eyes widened in shock as she noticed something floating in the river.

At first, she thought it was just driftwood, but as the current brought it closer, she realized—