You walk into the man's camp, he notices you and smiles.
"You're the Traveler!" He shouts, sitting on a log.
"Yes, I am, and I'm here to tell you a tale, one of the Flaming Horse." You reply, sitting next to him.
Many years ago, a man, who went by the name of Daniel, adored exploring. He loved to find new things, and too see the unexplored.
His family always asked for him to stay, but he continued doing it as he loved, exploration.
One day he became lost, that's when he saw it. A beautiful horse that was flaming. He followed it, grinning as he ran, keeping up with it.
It guided him through mountains, deserts, and forests. Finally, the two had made it to his home, the horse had guided him. Daniel took care of it for years, riding it out on his adventures, always making it home, even when he became lost.
As time went on, the man started to bond with the horse. The man adored the horse.
When the man died, his spirit became one with the horses, he became know as The Headless Horseman, because he had lost his head during war.
"So that's where he came from." The man says, standing up.
"Yes, and remember this story, for it will guide you through life." You say, standing up, and walking off into the forest.
He smiled, and said goodbye. You also say goodbye, disappearing.
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The Traveler's Tales
General FictionThe Traveler is a myth among the humans of Alinbar, they say he disappears the moment people see him, many people have seen him, though he disappears after telling a tale. Look for hints that relate to him or about things that seem to be saying, and...
